Romantics, here we be.

Well, how was your Christmas?? Mine was good, it was the usual family affair, Mum, Dad, myself and my big sis Ruth. We all got pretty cool stuff, so all is well.

But, that's for another entry, to days entry is about my possible 2010 beginnings, if that makes any sense to you.

After meeting a lovely lass the other week at her own house party (she is a friend of one of mine) we hit it off, not sure if it was the alcohol talking in her blood or what, I don't drink so I can't have spouted rubbish, well I can, but anyways. We had a good chat about music, art and such like, and she lent me a CD, Elliot Smith and truth be told, I have fallen in love with his music. I feel a bit late because I remember reading about his death and not knowing any of his work, but now I do, so that's good.

This leads me to believe that she will want to see me again as I have her CD, so really, she'll have to as she will want it back. But like me, she writes allot, she's a bit off balance and loves Paris. I've been to Paris a few times and I do love it, and I hope to go back in 2010. I hopefully would like to go back and share the experience with someone that will appreciate it.

Anyways, I will leave you with a video, as I have no photos to post.

(500) Days of Summer

I watched the film last night, I missed it in the cinema and wished I had seen it there.

The soundtrack was awesome, and apart from "Garden State" it's one of the only films targeted at my generation. One that actually takes us seriously and doesn't treat us like crap.

Anyways, if you haven't seen it, go watch it!!!

Trial, Error and Trauma.

It the worst storm of the year outside, and it's been raging for hours, and it leads me to the past few months interesting affairs.

I've been going up and down like no ones business, and, although I have been doing this for years, it's become more and more evident that I needed to get help again. So, after an episode of witnessing people that didn't actually exist, I did. The first doctor didn't take me seriously and tried palming me off with some bollocks about how we as humans don't truly understand how the human brain works and such like, so I went back and saw my usual doctor, and he was incredibly helpful, so I have a referral to see some specialists, something that really should have happened quite a while ago.

These events led me to think of my singular nature, and what it means to have a relationship whether you are medicated or not. Is it about understanding, is romance the same as it used to be, or has it been dumbed down and homogenised into something altogether something else. Is it about buying flowers, or is it about buying certain flowers. Is it about roses, or knowing that they like Blue Tulips or White roses, or something altogether different?
Surely romance shouldn't be about what everyone else says, but something more individual? The occasional gift should be something special, whether it be a box of chocolates or a pen. Taking notice of your partner should be very important, or is this just rubbish? I've known people that demand certain things from their partners, and this, in my eyes, destroys what a "relationship" is all about, should it be about liking the same TV show? I don't think I will truly understand the modern way, I have too much imagination. Should the element of surprise always exist? In my eyes of course it should!

Well, that's it for now, I will see you all soon.