I have so many things I want to write, so maybes I should start with: Dear Josh Franceschi, I love you. Except I'm talking to an internet blogging app. Anywayyyss.oh God I've just realised how I sound, I sound all awkward, like seeing an old friend you haven't seen in ages and it's all awkward and embarrassing. But yeah, this is good too.good old simple to use Blogger. I'm not even sure why I'm blogging, I think it's because I just attempted to use Tumblr and it ended in an epic fail. I haven't posted since October, but I think there's good reason for that. So uhhh.I think I owe my Blog an apology. It's worse, worse than you think, if truth be told I'll tell you that you're love sick. Today's song recommendation: The Best Is Yet To Come - Kids In Glass Houses I think I should leave now before I sound even more ridiculous. If Aled and Josh's voices got married and created a voice baby it would be the most amazing voice baby ever. Yeah.I'ma Kids In Glass Houses fan.is it obvious? Their new albun is so good! I love Aled's voice. Uhh so the ones I can't add yet coz they haven't happened but I have tickets for them list is: I'ma post my list of bands I've been to see, just coz I've lost my train of thought and can't remember what else I was gonna ramble about. Some of the bands I've been to see are actually cringe-worthy. I should probably use all this stuff for my Final Major Project, probably earn me some more Brownie points with Gemma, but uhh, I love all this crap too much to cut up and stick in my sketchbook. Yeah, I know how to get down with the kids.
There's a lot of dead glowsticks in here, mainly orange ones. I like looking at it and remembering the people I used to be friends with before I left their crappy school and therefore was no longer worthy to talk to.
It's just my old Vans shoe box with all this stuff that I've collected over the years from bands that I've been to see. I like how I made that sound really awesome and mystical. But uhh, instead of sleeping like a normal person I'm going through my gig box. I haven't slept yet, therefore it is not tomorrow. Yeah, I'm still counting right now as a Friday. I'm meant to be asleep ready for my ridiculously early start tomorrow. I love the way my body just hates me and is pretty much an epic fail. Yeah, I just got in from work, probably why I'm not making much sense. And thus concludes shift number one of the week. You passed out as a heart throb and woke up in your day job.
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