lets stop this rising sun.

im listening to all my old music. fucking Placebo, Scary Kids Scaring Kids, Lost Prophets etc. etc.
it all makes me nostalgic for year eight and nine.
now that i think about it, those were two really good years. so many things changed, but not all of them were bad.
i would love to make a computer out of macaroni pieces that would do my thinking for me.
I love regina spektor.
i was talking to my brother tonight (something that is happening increasingly often over the last few weeks) and we were talking about how everyone seems to change themselves to fit who they're hanging out with.
it made me realise that i dont mind anymore.
we can be so many different people, hell, we can be whoever we want, so why the fuck not.
why not make life interesting, and be whoever the hell you want. be someone different all day if that floats your boat.
i wish people didnt forget how to have fun. it seems like as you get older, and getmore responsibility, all ability to enjoy yourself goes out the window.
sure, haing dinner with some mates, getting a bit drunk, that can be fun, but i'm talking about really getting fucked up. having one of those nights where you end up on the streets of mount barker at five am whipping a stranger with your belt. a night that you can hardly remember because you took so many drugs.
those nights should be had at least once every three months, but everyones too busy worrying about who's hurting what when why and where?
so many people let other people rule their lives. other peoples emotions are more important than their own. what happened to not giving a fuck and just living life.
its funny, lately i've just had a yearning to forget everyone else and be a complete dickhead and have an actual good time. try stuff i've never done before.
go to a shooting range, learn karate or MMA.
i dont know.
something awesome.
instead im starting school tomorrow, going back to work at unit care and listening to old music that makes me reminisce. i should really just buy some weed, get monumentally whacked and drunk, and roam the streets with a person of my choice.
goodnight babycakes.