Dear old You Found Me lyrics… it was so good… it’s not like Isaac Slade ruined it, the studio version is also kind of awesome, but not THAT awesome. The first version was good because during the verses, there was a heartbeat-kind of… drum… (which I really appreciate, cause Benji is reeeaaally not a piano rock drummer 
) And Isaac had much more emotions in those performances. When at the end he was just randomly (or not randomly, who cares, it sounded like random) sang things like the post’s title.
Whatever. I didn’t wanna talk about this. x) I wanted to talk about HORRIBLE actors. Really, who believes them? And I’m not talking about Brad Pitt or Johnny Depp or WHOEVER, but people. Normal people on the bus, in the school. You just recognize when they lie, don’t you? I mean, I believe I absolutely do.
Whatever, it’s an other thing I didn’t want to talk about. Something popped in yesterday. I can’t handle people. Seriously. I don’t know how to handle them. When they say something nice, or something rude or they just give a damn what I do. In the primary school, I knew everyone inside out, although, God be my witness, they were the last people on Earth I cared about.
But now, when someone says (they saw you in the night and on your own *-* *sings* That’s a good song) So when someone says he/she likes me, what should I say?? “Thank you”??? or “I like you too”???
What the heck. And to be honest, I can handle bad opinions much better. I just consider it to be a useful thing then, not caring about it. It’s the easiest. And what if someone is like totally freaked and nervous and things like these. I should be able to put that person first and neglect my feelings, right? But when this happened yesterday, the only thing I could think about was: “Gosh, it’s not MUCH worse for ME!” Who cares about me when that person is in a bad shape and would really use some help?
Whatever, I’m a slug of crap if we’re at comforting nervous people.
I should be studying. THIS IS THE OTHER THING!!! I do not need to know what a certain poet PROBABLY thought when he wrote his poem… because it won’t make me a better writer. I do not need to know when they were born… and I know, it’s the basic knowledge and all that. But if I do not know them, they won’t let me have the GCSE and I won’t be ale to do something with my life.
I’m really gonna handle amplifiers at concerts like Glastonbury and T in the Park and Oxegen and V and.. and…
ah, whatever…..
