Ok. I get it. Seriously, I'm not that beautiful. Ahem.
James Blunt would be cuter without the creepy stare. Take a note from the shoegazers, please. Nobody likes confrontational eye contact from their musicians. At least pretend the melody you created takes some of your concentration, or, like, you're so moved by your own lyrics you gotta just close your eyes and feel it. Something. I'm easily spooked.
I put up a bookshelf in my room, and got rid of two bags of garbage. Everything I own is crammed into a tiny room, so I have to make the most of what I have. I've been "building up". I finally feel for the first time like I have a bedroom that is a liveable space. I still need a new bed and a bedside lamp, and to sort a few piles or miscellaneous junk. The most important part is: I built something all by myself!
They call them crushes for a reason. I can't breathe. I'm an idiot. It's a stupid thing I know I have to get over. Stupid!
I'm gonna chase that feeling.
30 January 2006
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