Beatles @ MindSay

<CHAPTER ONE>

    The large blue rug that my uncle Sam gave me for my 12th birthday became my own little fortress for the whole summer. It was where I felt the safest of all; on my magic rug. Much like the one that Aladdin had. Once I laid down on it, the world around me disappeared. I was no longer apart of that world; the one that she lived in.
    For some reason I felt that it might be better that way. For us to live on two completely different worlds. As long as her and I lived on the same planet, we would be connected somehow, some way. Even though she had cut all ties between us, there was that lone string that refused to let go. The string that would keep us connected for the rest of our lives.
    So that's why I remained on the large blue rug that my uncle Sam gave me for my 12th birthday. It took me away. I didn't belong to her and she didn't belong to me. The string was cut.

    Each day of summer was exactly the same. I had it planned to the very minute. Which is something that I take pride in, thank you very much! My ability to make plans and keep them. It is a skill that some may call "useless" and "a waste of time" and many other things my older brother Tim would call it, but I thought that it was actually quite cool.
    My day would start by getting up at exactly 9:36 AM, taking a 13 minute shower, getting ready in 3 minutes, and laying down on the large blue rug that my uncle Sam gave me for my 12th birthday, iPod in hand, at exactly 10:01 AM. For the rest of the day that is where I stayed, taking the occasional break to grab a few snacks and a water. That was it. For exactly 61 days, 54 minutes, 32 seconds. Until my paradise of junk food on Penny Lane with The Beatles, and laziness on the large blue rug that my uncle Sam gave me for my 12th birthday was interrupted by one sudden knock on my bedroom door..... TO BE CONTINUED.


*dramatic music plays*
Hahahahaha. Well. This brain of mine has to get some rest. I haven't come up with a name for this guy yet. Still thinking about it. Anyways. More to come later!
Adios!

The Raconteurs' album Consolers Of The Lonely - Can I just tell you, I have never heard an album like this before. This isn't just your average sit down and listen to it sort of album; this isn't a background music album. This is an album that the entire time that I'm listening to it, I want to be there with them, and I can't sit still because of it. My butt keeps wiggling in the seat because they pull you in with little things like on the opening track, "Consoler Of The Lonely" you hear the sounds of a small crowd, and even one of them speaking into the microphone "we'll want to double-track that" just makes these guys more human and all the more lovable for it. Then as the music continues, they pick up the pace and you become even more enthralled with the song. Definitely one of the shining tracks on this album in my opinion. The White Stripe's Jack White puts himself farther out there than ever before, and I can't help it, I'm beyond impressed. I never thought reverb and the fuzzed sounds that my own practice amp makes could sound so good. But then again, what can you expect from the group of friends (I'd say supergroup, but they really don't like that) that's obsessed with all things vintage? And songs like "Old Enough" bring you back to those good old days, with a wonderful string counterpart that's the perfect accent to Mr. White's amazingly unique voice. A sort of toe-tapping, head-bobbing song that makes you smile and think of the sunniest days of the year, playing in backyards and wrestling in the grass. A definite Beatles-esque feel is present through the entire album. But the song that really completes the album, that brings the vintage feel full circle, is the last track "Carolina Drama". To begin with, you won't find another song like this on any other album in this decade. They don't make music like this anymore; songs that truly tell stories and sound wonderful and even a little bit grungy as well. With that wistful chorus of women you start to feel like you're really there with Billy, watching this travesty occur. As the song climaxes (you read it right--how many other songs have you heard that climax?) I always feel my own fists begin to shake; the emotions are so perfectly portrayed in this, combining the music and the vocals into something indescribable. If you do nothing else, look this song up. It's one of the best of our time.

All in all, this album is incredible. It has it's ups and downs just like any other; some tracks that really shine and some that let the others shine. Regardless, it's one of the best releases we've had this year and I can't push you enough into picking it up.

I need to - I was going to say start writing in my journal, but now I will say- WAIT UNTIL IT LOADS BECAUSE IT STOPS TYPING. When the text box is loading I always type too soon and it puts my text back to the beginning or just stops, argh. Anyway.

I need to start writing in my journal regularly again. I like it, but I often don't want to. I looked back on my journals yesterday and I have detailed writing from my daily life since grade 4. Grade 11 now. Eight years of my life in 11 journals. I want to start writing every day again, but I often choose sleep over it. I don't get much sleep as it is, but sleep usually wins out over everything else when I give myself a choice.

I love sleep. I always dream, extremely vividly and I almost always remember all parts of my dreams. I like being in another world. I like it because I'm not conscious. Unfortunate or fortunately ( haven't decided yet), I often know I am dreaming, and have my awaken consciousness and worries, etc. Like if someone is trying to come on to me, I, being in love with someone else in real life, would try to back off. I am usually myself in my dreams and the themes and events rarely seem to have anything to do with what happened that day or movies, or other obvious influences.

I used to have a lot of nitemares, but now it's really just random wierdness. I usually write down my dreams and I keep a dream journal. I often go online and look for some possible interpretations of my dreams, and try to think about what they might mean. I might share some later. I have before on here, but it was a long time ago. Search my blog archive if you're interested, should be titled Nitemares, or something with that in the title. So that's it for now. Now for hot chocolate and (hopefully) journal time. Good night. - listening to the Beatles <3

I should be writing in my journal instead of here. I want a chocolate chip muffin. I have one but I'm saving it for breakfast tomorrow. I should be in bed. I wrote a poem/song today. I've been really depressed lately. I haven't seen my psychologist in a long time. I've called but they haven't called me back. I cut myself about a week ago. The scars from 2 years + ago are still clearly visible. I'm afraid people will notice them when I can't hide them in theatre. What do I say? I guess I don't really care, but I'd rather most people not know, so I'm not bothered, etc. I've been listening to Goo Goo Dolls, the Beatles and Matchbox 20 today. Feeling pretty emotional. I have bad days every day, but the last few weeks have been extra bad. Everything that can go wrong, usually does. I try not to complain, I try to smile and pretend everything's okay. I find I'm pretty good at it, I've been doing it so long. Of course I tell some of my friends about some things, but never all. I need to work on paragraphs. Ugh. Back to homework.