Mourning What I Never Really Had

I miss having something to write about. 

I miss thinking that I could write. 

I miss that feeling of a deep and ardent need to get what was floating around in my head out on paper or screen as quickly and eloquently as possible. 

I miss feeling that if I didn't get that thought out I'd go mad because the thought would keep permeating every nerve cell in my brain until my mind either exploded or my whole body just ceased to function entirely. 

All that remains is a nagging disappointment at my inability to formulate a decent semi-interesting idea to share with my notebook, my laptop, Blogger, or you. 

All that remains is frustration and self-disgust. What kind of person who reads and is continually enamored by varied and celebrated literature, who loves the act of writing for its own worth as an art-form, who can argue the merits of a semicolon and who is genuinely heartbroken when a book is mistreated or *gasp* unread cannot find something - anything - to think or say or write? Why can I only complain about my inability to write? 

I don't even read as often as I'd like to anymore. I don't even make the effort to. I don't make the effort to do anything at all anymore. It isn't even the problem of being stuck in a routine. I don't even feel like making an effort to make a change to the routine. I'm 22 years old and I have subconsciously given up on life. What is wrong with this picture? What is wrong with me?

A Study in Music

It is neither Monday nor Thursday, but let us not limit good (yes, a relative term - don't hate) music to a predetermined date for the moment. 

Ch-ch-ch-ch-check this out. The original is an electropop doozy of a song that is pretty awesome. The remix is, well, you listen. Amazing what can be done with one song. 

If you like La Roux, check out 'Quicksand' as well. 

Tip jar: Fruitcake. Thanks for the eye-opener buddy!

In for the Kill (Original Mix):

In for the Kill (Skream's Let's Get Ravey Mix):

Thumping Thursdays #1

Haven't gotten round to this blog much of late, nor have I gotten round to a thumper on here.  

However, I have a fun one in store for all your teeny-boppers out there.  

Allow me to introduce my girl crushes: Girls Aloud.

I heart them. And if you ignore the fact that they are commercial pop, some of their songs are a lot of fun with some decent music in there. 

Indulge me in my moments of girlcrushdom. They are worth the scorn.

Here are some of my favourites:

Something Kinda Oooh:

Call The Shots:

Sexy, No No No:

Enter the Freakshow

Ladies and Gentleman (yes, I am aware that there is only one of you),

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This death-defying feat of laughter, of skill and of high-flying acrobatics will astound and amaze you, or your money back.

Come on, come all to OUR FREAKSHOW, an exciting new blog about the BB Messenger shenanigans of Eureka and Rocksteady (aka Mrs. Fallon to the six and a half eaders here).

Kindly visit www.ourfreakshow.blogspot.com to change your reading habits as you know them.