Weekend Plans

I missed these guys the last time they toured with Alcest, so I think I'm going to see them on Saturday.

Hello blog
I'd love to speak to you
You always listen, but don't reply
You're here, but not really "here"
Just whatever is in my head

You're an outlet, maybe a metaphor
A place for philosophers and story tellers
For dead communication of the real world
Adoration for change

An assignment that I continue to fail
Time and time again


Oh well...At least good music will come out of these crappy moods.

Mr Nobody

I think I've watched this maybe...3 times now? It makes me think about life a lot, and making choices...making the "right" one. It's probably in my top ten favorite films now, so I'm bugging everyone to watch it.

Weekend

Sometimes it's easier to put my thoughts into music, without words.

http://www.mediafire.com/?v1u1q7v3cdcj3b0

Turn A Downward Spiral Into A Slide

"I've got nothing to say to you. I'm Mr. Nobody, a man who doesn't exist. "


A diagram of my thoughts, because they cannot be put into words lately...

This is what they have looked like for well over a month now. Sorry, to anyone that reads this. Why read it though? Unless one fancy's others complaints.. A spark came unto me a couple times while at work... "Oh, I should write a review on a movie I watched!" or write about Loop (a fairly new record store/ coffee shop in Cleveland) or maybe in some philosophical ramble, but it the end it resulted in me staring into a screen asking myself "why?". Why post? Why speak? Why anything? But in a state of total disconnection, what could be better than simply talking to yourself, even if in complaint? I just did, I guess...but I don't know... I can't stop thinking about the question "Why anything?".

On a lighter note; this bedtime tea is nice.

On a heavier note; I'm excited to
drive through all this snow today. (sarcasm)

You can't kick when you're down