Sunday, November 22, 2009

Why So Serious?

- Joker, Dark Knight

I've decided to start writing again. Not because it's "good to let things out" like some crappy therapist with a daytime talk show says. Nope, I'm doing this for me, and because I like it. Investing time in it is something positive, right? And the world has pretty much become a negative place, right? Yep. There you go. Piece of cake.

I'm not the best looking, I'm not the best dressed
Hey, I don't know, I've got nothing
Give me a chance, I'm better than the rest
Hey girl, listen up cause I've got nothing

you know love ain't forever,
I've won the greatest prize.
And I feel it's now or never,
When I look into your eyes

I've got nothing, can't you see me baby?
Look into my eyes see that I'm crazy?
Nothing, nothing left for me
the lights are going out
I've got nothing, can't you see me baby?
Look into my eyes see I'm acting crazy?
Nothing, nothing left in me
There's nothing in my heart but you.

So I cry into my pillow when I wake from a dream
When I wake up, I've got nothing
I open my eyes, I'm nowhere to be seen
Hey girl, listen up, I've still got nothing

to hear you say my name
just once; this final time
would mean everything to me
and i want to call you mine

I've got nothing, can't you see me baby?
Look into my eyes see that I'm crazy?
Nothing, nothing left for me
the lights are going out
I've got nothing, can't you see me baby?
Look into my eyes see that I'm crazy?
Nothing, nothing left in me
There's nothing in my heart but you.

If you were sunshine I'd bathe in you,
If you were ocean I'd float on though
If you were fire I'd burn, it's true
There's nothing in my heart but you

I've got nothing, can't you see me baby?
Look into my eyes see that I'm crazy?
Nothing, nothing left for me
the lights are going out
I've got nothing, can't you see me baby?
Look into my eyes see that I'm crazy?
Nothing, nothing left in me
There's nothing in my heart but you.

(I've Got Nothing - ChartJackers)

That's a great song. And a great cause, if you've ever heard of it, drop me a line on Twitter (@siobhann23) It's amazing. The whole principal is awesome. It's a group of guys, who used youtube to write this song (they asked for melody submissions, smashed them together, asked for lyric submissions, smashed them together, and now they have a finished song.) They're hoping that it'll make it to number one on the charts in both England and America, and once it does, they'll start making serious money. But that's not all, they're donating all of this money to charity. So, go buy it on iTunes. I think y'all can spare .99 for charity.

I went to see New Moon the other day. Eh, it was okay. I gave it like a 4/10. One point for Jacob being mad freeking hot, one for Team Jacob, one for Aro being insanely creepy in Voltaire, and having a laugh eerily similar to that of The Joker from Batman, half a point for pretty good acting, and another half a point for pretty good graphics. (Technically, those were both a point each, but Edward had midrift, which made me want to throw up, so I took away one...)

Anyway, I'm Team Harry Potter all the way. I love those books, they're really good. I had to re-read them over the summer though. It's amazing how much you can forget.

Lately I've been re-reading Crank. I love that book too. Ellen Hopkins has a really individual and unique style, and I really like it. I may have a book list for Christmas (As well as a Flipcam, but I'll talk about that later...) I like the book because it's a true story. It's not just some implimented fabrication of Ellen's thoughts, it's real. I appreciate that.

I don't like the layout of my blog. No, scratch that. I really just don't like the colors of my blog. Green? What was I thinking during the summer. Well, I know. But you don't.

Whatever. Forget regret, or life is yours to miss. (Another Day - RENT) All that jazz.

What's on the agenda, lately... School. That's what. Speaking of which, I have an essay to write soon. So I'm going to go play the Wii.

Adios mes amigios.
Keep on truckin, smilin, livin.

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