Happy happy happyha ppyhap pyhappyhap

It is true what I've said earlier about not having anything to write about when you're happy. I think this has to do with the fact that you spend so much more time doing the things that make you happy, that writing blogs like this just becomes a chore rather than a pleasure. This is not always true though, and by no means do I write this as a chore, ever. I believe this time in my life can be described as some of the happiest I've ever seen. For once all seems to be right in the world; I have the most fantastic girlfriend, my LP-player and related music-network are up and working perfectly and my flat is now almost as I wanted it from the start. In other words: things are starting to be as they should, according to me that is. To say it in the words of the man I long to become one day: The sun is out, I have a cold beer and a glass of scotch, [insert good band name here] is playing on the record player and I sit here with the love of my life, what have I got to complain about? Now as all these things are true now as well, I feel they have to have a few years of maturing before their full meaning come into effect. And when they do I'll be the single most happy man in this world.

LP-heaven

Got the LP-player today so now I'm mere moments away from being able to enjoy fantastic retro tunes. All I need now are two speakers I'm all set. So, yea, closing in fast here. On an unrelated note, I'm happy. Well, it's not completely unrelated, but it's not the main reason why I'm happy, the real reason being far more "red" than that. And, yes, happiness manifests through different colors. Take for an example black, black happiness being the feeling you get inside when someone gets hurt or you've gotten revenge. Blue is the happiness that relieves the pain, like Whisky happiness or self-pity, red is the happiness of love and compassion while white is the happiness of religion or other self-delusions. And so on and so forth. My point is that I feel in love, and it's a great feeling to have. Yea. 

Bad Music-Day

Today is obviously a Bad Music-Day. Now you might wonder what that is. That is the sort of day where you browse songs for ages before you maybe, if you're lucky, find one track that suits your mood. It's terribly annoying really, because you know the track that's about to start is one of your favorite songs, but you just can't make yourself to listen to it. If I could just get myself to listen to that song I'd be in a better mood, I'm sure, but it's as impossible to listen to as nails on a blackboard. So I hope this resolves soon. Maybe I shouldn't have slept for 10 hours...

March-trix revisited

So I remember myself writing something about hoping March would be good. Seems March became more than merely good. March was friggin' awesome! I've meet Her, and I think she's the one. She's the Juliet to my Romeo, the apple to my cinnamon, the Miao to my Mreow ^^So yet again my theory on how increase in happy feelings lead to decrease in blog-post proves right it may seem. But I'll try my best in writing occasionally nonetheless. My writings are after all a window into my soul. MMmmmmmmm souls *drools*

Falling

Never before have a step been so hard. But then again, never again have a misstep had such dire consequences. There is no bottom to be seen anymore, nor has it been for quite a while. I've reached the top now, with no ways other than back the way I came or over the edge. I close my eyes; despite the great view this is not a place to be because of the view, not just the view at least. There's the smells, the soft touch of wind on my skin; through my beard and hair, the exited heartbeats, the sweet symphony of the winds' many voices. I let myself enjoy each sensation as I work my way through all the distractions to the very core of my being; my heart. And as I beg for advice it just tells me one thing; "Open your eyes." So I do, and all the senses rush back over me as a flood of confusion before I can see what is going on. I'm falling already, and it suddenly hits me; I've been falling since I first set foot on this path. All the while my fear of falling had been working to cover up the fact that I was already falling, and all I ever had to do was ask my heart, from the very beginning. It feels kind of relieving, as well as scary, to know that all I can do now is wait and see what happens. 

Reality or perfect madness

So finally real-life came along and showed me that dreams indeed are inferior to the real deal. And how! Either that or I'm on the express train to wacky-land and my dreams have finally stepped in to take over. Either way around in very happy with what the last few days have decided to bring me. To such an extent that I'm a bit short of words to be truly honest. Don't know what I can say, don't know what I should say and least of all do I know if I must say anything. Maybe it's enough to say, I'm feeling good, world. Thank you so much! Yea that'll do, for now.

Charades

So it's Sunday, or rather it was, at the time I started writing this. By now it's probably Monday already. And by the time you read this it might be some other day altogether, so let's just say it's Sunday for the record. I spared you all from a terrible drunken rambling last night. I know you might get to like them a bit but I wasn't really in the zone, you know, the Twilight Zone. Spooky! I was more in the coma-on-the-verge-of-collapse-zone. So I went to my bed, my big, empty bed, and drifted into a very hungry sleep... Seeing how I forgot to eat and all that. Like you do. Tried tidying up the place a bit this morning to compensate though. Failed a bit, but still looks better than it did yesterday. I wanted to write today, but my head went "Fuck Of" and that was the end of that. Might try again later on, if I can't sleep; an not to unlikely scenario considering the 3 cups of coffee I've ingested today. That and the difficulty presented in convincing your heart to calm the fuck down! It's beating again nowadays, and it really keeps one up long hours thinking. Darn that heart! It's the Tell-tale Heart, I swear. I've tried burying it underneath the floorboards but it just keeps on thumping along in its own pace, not even considering the fact that I might be too afraid of it still. The heart is after all the scoundrel of whom most often gets you into trouble, and then often trouble that can have no remotely happy ending.

Oh.... Well... I was planning a proper ending to this but there seems to have been a slight change in my plans... So yea