be running up that hill..

If I only could..
Well here I lie, in my despondency, wishing that I could find that Julian Casablancas song SOMEWHERE, to download for free. Why is it that when you want something, it usually doesn't happen the way you expect? So I have learnt to expect nothing, so that I'm not disappointed. Although to be honest, I get disappointed anyway.

But sometimes, when you're waiting for something that you actually want, something else comes along that looks quite exciting, and probably just as good. By that I mean I found a cover of Kate Bush's 'Wuthering Heights', and it said it was by Fleet Foxes, but it's actually by someone called.. wait for it.. CUBAN CIGAR CRISIS. Yep, you can tell already it's complete bollocks. So, when you're waiting for something good, and something else comes along, it's not equally exciting, its actually just shit.

No one should expect anything, because nothing is authentic, and nothing is truth.

Oh wait, I've suddenly come to my senses. I found the song! And have seen the light. I am no longer a cynic. Well, I'm not a cynic usually, but some would say I'm a weird balance between highly emotional (mam), and a complete and utter cynical bastard (dad). That's what comes of having bizarre parents. Don't get me wrong, I love them! But it's just quite strange, being raised by completely contrasting spectrums of emotionality. God I sound like a wanna-be psychologist.

I should go to sleep.. I have to get up at 8am, as I am apparently going shopping with dad's sister so she can buy me a birthday present. I will have to do all the clothes choosing myself however, as she is unfortunately fashion debilitated. Well, you know what I mean anyway. Night ducks.