tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-67093535315785693852011-04-21T18:26:43.862-07:00crumbshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18142405764848629152noreply@blogger.comBlogger41100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709353531578569385.post-12201999184718328152009-01-01T15:47:00.001-08:002009-01-01T15:47:15.036-08:00I absolutely hate New Year's Eve. It's the biggest waste of time, everyone gets too drunk and -call me a pessimist if you like- there is no point celebrating something which, if you are considering your own personal year, has not correlation to anything good, wonderful or right. Unless you have plans to change something dramatic next year please leave me out of this ridiculous celebration of nothingness. Yet despite this, I love Christmas -but don't believe in Jesus- I suppose I'm a hypocrite because technically Christmas is purely the economy's celebration of unnecessary endulgence, but there is nothing better than seeing family. It's the perfect time for escapeism. New year's eve is just an excuse to get drunk.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709353531578569385-1220199918471832815?l=crumbsss.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>crumbshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18142405764848629152noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709353531578569385.post-22144744050686024802008-10-15T05:38:00.000-07:002008-10-15T05:40:49.024-07:00can you see my face in your face?<br />can you see my dreams in yours? <br />can you see my smile in your smile?<br />can you hear my laugh of joy?<br />can you see this face is crying?<br />can you feel the tears as they roll?<br />i can tell you how we're different,<br />ones a girl and ones a boy<br />but can't you see thats all thats different<br />in the make up of the world?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709353531578569385-2214474405068602480?l=crumbsss.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>crumbshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18142405764848629152noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709353531578569385.post-48038570304503737142008-10-14T11:01:00.000-07:002008-10-14T13:06:02.965-07:00don't moan to me about times gone by<br />the things you knew, you wished you could<br />don't moan to me that you missed your chance<br />because everything else seemed better<br />don't moan to me about the things you thought <br />the way you would, how you were taught<br />don't moan to me about the past<br />because there is nothing i can do.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709353531578569385-4803857030450373714?l=crumbsss.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>crumbshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18142405764848629152noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6709353531578569385.post-47402967356701192492008-10-14T10:35:00.000-07:002008-10-14T10:40:20.694-07:00Don't you think it's weird how music has such an effect on people? Just listening to a song, it can evoke such incredible feelings that aren't experienced elsewhere. A sense of longing, regret, happiness, melancholy, love? I think that it is true when people say that they can get "lost in music", it's something that takes you over. You can feel it running through your veins, as if it's on some kind of journey. A journey to the mind, the heart, the soul. It condures the most bizzare sensations. You can't ignore it. It's beautiful.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6709353531578569385-4740296735670119249?l=crumbsss.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>crumbshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18142405764848629152noreply@blogger.com0