Beyond the world
Til' the end of time
Where the rain won't hurt
Fighting the storm
Into the blue
And when I lose myself I'll think of you
Together we'll be running somewhere new
Through the monsoon
Just me and you..."
Tokio Hotel - 'Monsoon'
I can't wait until some genuis figures out how to implant mp3 players into our brains so I will never again be unable to write for lack of writing music. 'Cause right now, I'm in a wonderfully emo mood, but I can't write because I'm at my grandparents' house, and, even though I took the extra measure to email myself the stories I'm currently working on, I can't write because I forgot my emo music. Blarg. Lameness.
I totally love my family, but holiday get togethers like today really make me want to rip my hair out. There are too many little kids screaming and too many adults looking at me like I'm crazy. Blargggggggggggggggg.
So apparently, according to Ben Smith, who apparently thinks he is the great know-it-all of the music world, German music is nothing compared to Icelandic, and Tokio Hotel is the N'Sync of the overseas music indusdry. Interesting. I'm going to have to look into that. I guess Ben didn't know that I have been a fan of N'Sync since I was seven..
Only eleven more days of school. Well, actually only ten because the twentieth and twenty-first are half days for finals, and I probably don't have to go on the twenty second. Yesssss!
Ok, I don't have anything else to talk about. Sorry for the lame blog. Maybe I'll post again tomorrow morning. Peace, loves.