I love that your edges are rough, when you try to act tuff n' stuff.

SONG OF THE DAY: "Tuff n' Stuff" by Giantess.
The chorus of this song reminds me of something the Flight of the Conchords would sing. I've decided that the equation for this song is as follows:
Passion Pit + Flight of the Conchords = Dreamy electronic pop that compares love to one's "stash."

I've been in a bit of a musical rut lately. I can't find anything that really tickles my fancy. Or if I do find such songs, it's rather isolated.

You know, it's weird how relationships work, or don't work. I feel like I have a lot more to say on the matter, but I'm not exactly sure how to approach it. It's like, when a relationship ends and you still love that person for months after, even if they've treated you like absolute shit, you wonder what it is about them you truly love. It's not really the person, I think, it's the idea of them. The fact that they've had such a defining effect on your life. The whole nostalgia bullshit thing. It's the stuff that keeps you up at night, that leads us to those various forms of escapism. Why do we let people get to us? It's always good to come upon these revelations, even though I've had this revelation over and over again. But conversations about such things with people who are experiencing similar emotions is very productive and possibly more important than just deciding it in your head. It means you're not alone.

OH, OH. Song of the week!
"No One Does It Like You" by Department of Eagles.
I've seen this band on plenty of reputable music blogs, but haven't given them a proper chance, because I'm not really sure how I feel about Grizzly Bear and I think they've started some sort of movement in music that I generally haven't been able to get into. With that being said, this song is FANTASTIC. So, don't make the same mistake I've made, friends!

I've been feeling a lot more hopeful about life, and continuing to live it and what have you. I don't really know when the tides shifted, but it's just like, one morning, I woke up and it didn't hurt, you know? The next morning I woke up and felt good. It's really something that was, rather obviously, absolutely necessary before any more harm was done, but it also is very relieving in the fact that I don't have to wake up and dread what the day will bring. I can wake up and hope that it'll be better. It's a slow process (and one that would be greatly aided if I were still on my meds) but I'm glad I didn't give up. I wake up, I still have the same stress I went to sleep with, but it doesn't define my day any longer. These stresses don't define my existence. It feels great.

EVEN THOUGH I HAVE A MAJOR CHEMISTRY TEST TOMORROW THAT I CAN'T GET AROUND TO STUDYING FOR. Ughhh, I just have a dilemma as to whether I should try to stay up all night and study for it or if I should just go to sleep and wake up early and study. Every time I've gone to sleep, I haven't performed too great on the test and pretty much every time I stay up all night, I do rather well. But I really feel like someone could just wipe the floor with me right now, I'm so exhausted. I didn't even do anything today! Well... that's not REALLY true...