(a little bit closer to) 08/04/12 (than yesterday)

Happy Easter folks!!
Hope you've all had an awesome day, stuffing your faces with chocolate nd shit :D

However, I..have a bit of a dilemma which I noticed yesterday. The day before Easter, I had gone off chocolate again. So I'm now sat here, a chocolate chick, 5 chocolate Easter eggs, 4 chocolate bars, 8 chocolate creme eggs, 2 Caramel mini-eggs, 1 bag of mini eggs by my side. But, as he does, my knight in everyday clothing (Lloyd) saved the day, by getting me two bags of jelly beans, a packet of skittles (and a bag on mini eggs, which I've managed to eat over two days). But, maybe my body will be awesome and decide to have a chocolate crave? Here's to hoping :P

Todays topic is gonna be a broad one. Music. Where to start? Well. I'm not gonna lie, music has helped a lot of people through a lot of things, but yano, I don't wanna be all depressing on here today, considering my good mood.
Okay, so have you ever found yourself laying in bed, chilling to your favourite tunes, and just playing different parts of your life in your head which are appropriate to the tune? Just me? It's kinda soothing in a way, and I often fall asleep to it :P

But, then you have your brother, who has a completely different music taste to you, and who now has to share your Itunes, or banshee, or media player. So, where you have Bullet For My Valentine, he has Katy Perry...and this is the point where you're syncing your Ipod, or Walkman, or whatever, when you completely forget and you sync all the music onto your music player.

So, unaware of this fact, you're laying on your bed, dozing off to the solo's and thinking back, when BAM! 'Baby, baby, baby OOOHHH!!'
'The FUUUUUUUCCCCCKKKKKK?!!!'
And you're awake. There's no getting to sleep for a while now.

This is when I had to just-say-no to my brother sharing my laptop for music. No more. Never again am I doing it. Have your own stinking JB shit on your own stinking laptop. Grr.

And lets face it, the only part of your life you're ever going to be able to relate that music to, is if you've accidentally clicked on one of the ad's on the internet that direct you to gay porn. Not that I've ever done that. No, I have a friend on Tumblr who just happens to post that sort of thing all over my dash. Woo.

I think I should end it there before I dig myself into an even deeper hole.

Byeee :)