I'm pretty sure there is nothing wrong with this piece. It's just so fantastic.
We're playing it in orchestra and I can't wait until I can actually play it completely through. I want this song played at my wedding, not even kidding right now.
(Listen here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-TGKJ9MgCOQ)
Going to do a quick little rant about Rob and then I'm out for as long as it is until I write my next entry.
I've finally decided that if I lost your acquaintanceship, I could care less. You are nothing to me. I am nothing to you; the feeling being mutual. Here's when things get tricky. Every time I'm talking to a guy other than you, you find it necessary to walk over and join the conversation.
Look, you're not my "interest" anymore, if you ever were (What am I even saying?). You can leave my life whenever you want and I'll leave yours because obviously I left a mark as big as an ant.
I like how you have to emphasize that you will never cheat on Jenna, as if that wasn't the number one rule while being in a relationship.
Emphasize three times, I should say.
I came to this realization while listening to Oh Land's "Sun of a Gun" all day today. I saw you and I said, "I can do so much better! I don't need you! I don't need this crap." Or in the quick words of Muse's "Muscle Museum": I don't want you to adore me; don't want you to ignore me; when it pleases you.
Oh Land: "Too much of your like make me blind...but you left one too many times. I want to change the orbit, don't care what you do now. I want to live in darkness, don't want to be spun around."
Wait, I was just going to say, "Can I post the chorus?" and then I said, "Fuck, well this is my blog, I'll do whatever the fuck I please, fuck."
You go down, down, down I fall out of love with you Come back round, round, round You sun of a gun You go down, down, down This time I won't save you When you drown, drown, drown You sun of a gun You sun of a gunI know, I was never in a relationship with him, but damn, it sometimes felt like it.
I feel lightweight and free. Excuse me, I must go twirl about the basement and be happy again.
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