Optimistique.

Hello,
I've yet again been neglecting my poor little blog ! I'm really going to have to try and keep posting regularly, but for now just bear with me please !

So my exam re-sit went well, i think, i don't have results yet; i should probably get them sometime nearer summer, but i felt much more at ease than the first time i took it, and i didnt feel like i was blabbering on as much in my answers. Fingers crossed. :)

I've also got a few little things prepared for my portfolio, just a few drawings and photographs, and i think i'm a little closer to finishing my current projects too. All is wellll !

Anyway, i wanted to post some Regina Spektor lyrics, because i've been listening to her alotttt lately and i can't help but demand everyone around me to listen to atleast one of her songs if they havent already. The song im going to post doesn't have any real significance to me, well not immediately anyway. I just love the words and the way she sings them. So much !

Braille

She was lying on the floor and counting stretch marks,
she hadn't been a virgin and he hadn't been a god..
so she names the baby Elvis, to make up for the royalty he lacked.

And from then on it was turpentine and patches,
from then on it was cold Campbell's from the can.
They were just two jerks playing with matches,
Cause that's all they knew how to play..

And it was raining cats and dogs outside of her window,
And she knew they were destined to become
sacred road kill on the way...
And she was listening to the sound of heavens shaking,
thinking about puddles, puddles and mistakes.

'Cause it's been turpentine and patches,
it's been cold, cold Campbell's from the can.
They were just two jerks playing with matches,
Cause that's all they knew how to play...

Elvis never could carry a tune,
she thought about this irony as she stared back at the moon.
She was tracing the years with her fingers on her skin,
saying why don't I begin again...

With turpentine and patches,
with cold, cold Campbell's from the can..
After all I'm still a jerk playing with matches,
it's just that he's not around to play along.
Yeah i'm still an asshole playing with candles,
Blowing out my wishes, blowing out my dreams,
Just sitting here and trying to decipher...
what's written in Braille upon my skin.


Heres the youtube link to the song too, i reccomend you listen ! :)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kXgbRKa3-kk

Anyway i hope you like it, let me know !
Love
Jac
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