Im certain. Yup. Certain. 'bout as certain as rain in a rainstorm. Atleast, I'm certain about my end of the whole thing, but it all rests on the choice of another whether its a certain thing. I say its in doubt, but its best to think the worst, because then it cant get worse, only better.
Got my evening planned. Guitar. History. Guitar. Eat. History. Lyric work. History. Read sleep. Fb and MSN the whole time. Well...apart from when im eating. Work rate my slow down considerably if she comes online tonight. Always does. My own fault really. Hard to working when you would rather drop everything and talk.
Got plans tomorrow aswell. Me and Dan are gunna have a bandy thing where we do band things in order to make the first step to entertaining people and earing money. Gunna jam, and we're gunna write lyrics. We're gunna make music like we've never made music before, and by that, I mean, we're going to actually make full music after the next full band session, which is an uncertain amount of time away because Jacob called his dad a cunt and punched him in the face. Charming.
Can only write lyrics about what you feel, or it will feel to forced, and you wont get that 'woah' factor from yourself, your band or anyone else. I have to feel the words, have to feel what they mean, what they mean to me.
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