Well hello there, universe. It's been a while.
You come upon a Shane who, after several unnecessary and frankly ghoulish alcohol-related incidents, is slowly but surely finding his feet again. No, not on a planet I would have chosen, everything's not quite right on this one, but it'll do for now. Put more simply, dear blog, I am still besotted.
Thankfully, another love is starting to make its mark too. I've thrown my wee self headlong into all things piano, and the sheer emotional power and range of the instrument is entrancing me. Those of you who havenae heard Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata, or any of the man's piano work, do yourself a favour and find it; it's a perfect place to start. Rarely in a long time have I felt so utterly intoxicated by sounds, and, as all music lovers will know well, it's an exciting, dangerous, and magical thing.
Saw New Moon the other day. If you're thinking of going, don't, and if you have to, don't get your hopes up high- it's dreadful. I tried my absolute hardest to hate Twilight (the movie, that is), yet couldn't help getting carried along by the hormonal energy and passion of the thing. Yes, it's hideously cheesy, yes, it's aim of hitting teenage girls in the face couldn't be more obvious if Paramore were on the soundtrack (oh, wait...), but I adored it. Pray sorry. New Moon is a whole 'nother beast however. A beast whose had its momentum and shameless teenage heart transplanted for something far more dull and ordinary.
Christmas tests tomorrow. Should have studied. Haven't. So fucking what.
There's more I intended to talk about, but frankly, I'm not arsed.
Wop-a-din-din,
S.xxx
1 comments:
I still want to see it. It's worth the money to see Jacob's ripped body. :P
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