Another year has come to meet its not so bitter bitter end. And it gets more bitter..

Not much to say about it, save the mindless yapping on subjects such as little money, various problems sort of unsolved yet still sort of taken care of.

Wasted my afternoon downloading Scary Kids Scaring Kids music..

not wasted tbh.. better than I thought it was going to be..

So technically, my no.1 New Year's to do thing would be to get my ears pierced and then get down to.. well, lets be frank, 00G. That would be bloody perfect.. sans the bloody bit.

Listening to:

Scary Kids Scaring Kids - Blood Runs Forever

Scary kids Scaring Kids - Faith In the Knife

Ma koguaeg unustan miskipärast ära, et mul silmapliiats peal on.. olgugi, et ma alles viis minutit tagasi selle peale panin.

Samuti unustan ma ära selle, et ma tund aega tagasi loo mängima panin ja seda siiani vahetada pole suutnud, kuna ma pole seda lihtsalt tähele pannud XD.. üpris haiglane.

Kõige ägedam on aga tassikollektsioon minu kirjutuslaual.. peaks vähem glögi ja kohvi omal sisse ajama.. samuti on väga kahtlase otstarbega siin ka kalkulaator.. ma vist tahtsin vaadata, kui palju on pool sõrme (üks sõrm on 2,5 sentimeetrit umbes..).

Samuti on siin mu efektiblokk XD haha.. vennake ajas mul võimendi ümber ja siis pätsas efektika ära, ma küll ei mõista kuidas, kuid sain õnneks kätte XD.

Tänaseks on plaanis minna poodi uut vööd nillima ja panka sente vahetama.. päevikut ma ei pea, niiet, midaiganes.

Suht mõttetu blogi sissekanne, peaks korra mainima..

Lugudeks siis:

Rise Against - Behind Closed Doors

Rise Against - The Good Left Undone

It's in the wind..

The glass melts as thoughts bloom,

a crimson flower in flowing blood,

dries and cakes on the surface of my skin,

like a distant wish for things not meant for me.

Hold out my hands, ask for something nice

continue my plea in hope of reception..

continue my hopes in my liquid words..

paper dries in the sun as do I.

Sand piles in the holes of time,

in this garden of gray, I may waste it.

Fill the pages of a blank book,

fill it with pointless scribble and text.

Was never meant to be read,

was never meant to be grasped in those hands,

didn't need to be torn to just one side,

didn't need to be subject to pain.