My sister's iPod is full of terribly scary music. Disturbed, for example, and Drowning Pool. Well there's Hollywood Undead, but I don't find them terribly scary. They're super catchy, but they could work on their lyrics. I liked (guilty pleasure, yeah whatever) No. 5, because The Producer or Deux or whatever his name is has an really unique voice. It's kinda sick in a good way. It's perfect for the song.

(I want to be perfect for a song.)

Anyway, after a bit, I get used to everything. I used to think MCR was scary. Now they're like one of my favoritest bands ever. So I'll keep listening to Drowning Pool and Disturbed a bit more.

My mom gave me her old iPod. I named him Tobari after the dude in Nabari no Ou. Because I like him. He's nice. Also, fun fact, of all the animes I've watched, Tobari and Aunt Hanabusa have the sweetest relationship even if she's like ten years older than him. It's so completely functional. I'm in awe. Maybe it's what I'm aiming for, if I cared at all about (ick) love.

(I'm very old and tired! I don't want needless drama!)

I found a song I really liked, amidst the rubble: Remembering Sunday by All Time Low ft. Juliet Simms. Her voice is so raw, next to his really calm, quieter voice, it's a real shock, just like the rain they sing about. I'm like whoa.

It's All Time Low's best song.

I just got back from Maryland where I met a boy who was wandering around shirtless. He said to my sister and me, "Hey ladies, if I was a wishing well, would you spare some change?"

Because I am easily charmed, I started fiddling with my wallet and I noticed my mother's back had gone all stiff and she looked obstinately away in that funny stubborn Asian lady way.

Then he said something about it being totally lame but he had to say it anyway and if we were Chinese and he said something in Chinese that I couldn't decipher at all (well I suck at listening to Chinese as much as he sucked at speaking so it's not surprising) and then the crosswalk lights changed and we walked away.

My mother kept looking over her shoulder, wondering if he was stalking us.

I'm like, dude.

Hi Maryland dude! You're kind of hot.

I'm going to take a risk for once and assume he was a good person. That done, now I can say that the world would be so much awesomer if there were more people willing to go out of the way and talk to people just for happiness. If we didn't keep to ourselves all the time for fear.

Now I know I'm one to talk.

I'm a hypocrite.

Stone me.

I don't even believe myself completely. Gosh, after a while, the pleasantness always ends. People fight and get sick of each other. It hurts, it hurts, when someone who seemed to like you doesn't anymore, and it's inevitable and it's almost enough to put you off people forever.

Except that they will like you again too. It's always ups and downs.

Perspective and shit.

Picture yourself in a boat on a river with tangerine trees and marmalade skies...

Two options:

Gather up and remember so you have maximum perspective.

or

Forget immediately so there is no painful past ever for you.

What's better? I have no idea. Gosh it's just like picking banks and credit cards and insurance. Gosh, which is better?

Geico. Because the Gecko is cute. Obviously.