Downer

I'm such a downer, aren't I?

I just scanned through my blog posts.

I'm not always this pessimistic.

Alright, that's a lie.

I feel like I spend most of my energy just trying to be happy. And I think there's a point where you smile so much that you start to believe it.

It's usually the point where the stoners look at you like you're on crack and inch away slowly from you because you "smile way too fucking much".

The sad thing is that I'm actually in an alright mood, right now. Finally found the capo for my guitar. Starting mapping out the bones for yet another new song. :)

I'm getting better at this song writing stuff.

And I have two essays to write. Well, one to edit, one to start from scratch. Le book critique, et le thematic analyzation. Fucking Fitzgerald.

And I've been on a strange Beatles/Sinatra kick, lately. In between trying to tab out Happiness is a Warm Gun and lazily strumming Something, I've been murmuring Come Fly With Me under my breath.

I just wish that Sinatra was a bit more guitar compatible.