Dave, come to save.

I've been watching/listening to the following song religiously:


My spirit feels broken and wilted.
Dave Matthews, for some reason has been strumming my heartstrings steadily, although this particular song isn't the most suitable for "romance."

My thought process has been all jacked up lately as well. So there it is folks, jacked up thought process, inconsistent sleeping patterns and a broken spirit. Does that chalk up to be my diagnosis? What kind of treatment do I need?

I keep telling myself vacation.

I know that's not the solution, or else I'll spend the rest of my life on vacation and hardly alive in the real world. I haven't touched the fabric since that night that I stayed awake thinking of my grandmother. School has been on my bad side. I just want to sit on my bed and play the same song over again. My progression on the guitar is encouraging, I really started off terribly. I don't know whether or not Chris is bullshitting me with his compliments, afterall he IS my boyfriend.

Things I would actually want to do right now:
Read the rest of my leisurely books
Steal the oxygen from a tree
Plant a tree and pursue gardening
Fix my goddamn sewing machine
Pick up some new chords and learn a new song other than Disarm and The Scientist

Jesus, Chris Martin is the most symmetrically unfortunate in bone structure, but he sure can woo the hell out of women across the country. I'd melt every time he hammered away on that piano of his. People in all nations are probably playing this song while wallowing or dwelling in their own love. I really want to travel to Iceland and roll down a hill like a child. I'm pretty lucky you know? I'm not trying to come off pretentious or anything of that sort. It's just that I forget it myself most of the time... Wow, you really do need a daily dose of reminders to keep the soul alive. Haha, ah the venting of blogging and it's therapeutic tendencies.

It's 9:01am, the day has just begun.