Save It For The Bedroom.

Keep your hands to yourself,
These lips belong to someone else.
And you know that you’ll never get on it.
Keep your lies to yourself,
'cos every lie I heard from someone else,
and you know you'll never get on it.
Well I sussed you good,
Oh you knew I would.

Oh haven’t you heard
You're just a mark on my shirt.
Another night and another girl.
But I taste so good
But you knew I would

So who's keeping score
On who is a whore
With you by my side
That look in your eye
I hope you don't

Go home and wash your jeans,
'cos there's dirt on the knees,
And jealously doesn’t sit with me.
You love, I love you too,
below the waist I’ll start charging you,
'cos that’s just how the players play the game.

Oh my winning streak, is missing.

So who's keeping score
On who is a whore
With you by my side
that look your eye
I hope you don't

You Whore! Save it for the bedroom

Well save it for the, save it for the bedroom.
Well save it for the, save it for the bedroom

Pink Floyd!

So, it's been awhile.


I have no idea about what to blog, but considering that I don't really care much for what has happened since my latest, I've decided to not bore you with the life I have led in that time.

So, I'll tell you what is currently happening.
Currently: I am chewing on a piece of gum.
Currently: I am sick.


Nah, jk.
I'll blog serious this time.


The tolling of the iron bell
Calls the faithful to their knees
To hear the softly spoken magic spells

For those of you who don't know, those words above (^^^) are Pink Floyd lyrics!

I thought that they were pretty interesting, and my best friend sent them to me. The song is called 'Time.'

So, I stopped typing for a few minutes, and now I've forgotten where I was going with this.

Oh well!

New.. Everything.

New School.
New Friends.
New State.
New People.
New Surroundings.
New.. Pretty Much Everything.


Half way across the United States, and down south.. Fabulous isn't it?


Ha... Yeah. Right.

But hm, maybe this won't turn out so bad.. Maybe, just maybe this is a blessing in disguise. Idk.. We'll see what happens.

Meet Me Halfway.

So, I went to a book store today called Hastings. It's quite an excellent store if I may add.

But anyways, I found a book in the Classic Poetry Section called Meet Me Halfway by Javan. Apparently, its the type of book that has other books in a series but they aren't in any particular order.


And I must say, I'm pretty excited about reading this book along with the 3 others.


Anyone read it?
If you have.. Let me know, I'd be glad to hear your opinions and/or chat about it?

Tell me something. Or ask me anything.

Tell me something.

-Maybe I've heard it before, or maybe I haven't.
-Maybe it'll make my day.
-Maybe it'll make me love you.
-Or maybe it'll make me hate you.


Ask me anything.

-I won't get offended.

Check this new album out!

Album: Year Eleven
Artist: Head Flux A.K.A. Kurt Thomas.


This album, if I may be allowed to say so myself is an amazing all around album. The artist is very talented and has a great sense of how music should sound and it perfecting it with this album.

So, Check It Out!

http://www.mediafire.com/?ptea71tet0mmcyo
This link if for the download, and the downloaded is absolutely free.


Even if you're not sure about this, just give it a try. It can't hurt to just let something play. If you don't like it, then okay. But at least you tried but I'm fairly confident that you'll enjoy what you hear!

-S. Autumn.

Take a wild guess, darling.

For a while, everyone seems to keep asking me what I want because I keep walking around pleasing everyone else and acting like I don't have needs.

And for the first time in a while, if you were to ask me what it is I need, I'll look you straight in the eyes and tell you.

I'll scream it in your face. And I'll mean every word that comes out of my mouth.


I need a bottle of Jack, and a razor blade. I kid you not.

The logic of some things.

"Here’s to the crazy ones. The misfits. The rebels. The troublemakers. The round pegs in the square holes.

The ones who see things differently. They’re not fond of rules. And they have no respect for the status quo. You can praise them, disagree with them, quote them, disbelieve them, glorify or vilify them.

About the only thing you can’t do is ignore them. Because they change things. They invent. They imagine. They heal. They explore. They create. They inspire. They push the human race forward.

Maybe they have to be crazy.

How else can you stare at an empty canvas and see a work of art? Or sit in silence and hear a song that’s never been written? Or gaze at a red planet and see a laboratory on wheels?

While some see them as the crazy ones, we see genius. Because the people who are crazy enough to think they can change the world, are the ones who do."

-Apple.

It's 1:27 AM... Or so you think.

And I want to sleep.


But I'm pretty sure, that sleep is absolutely hopeless, given that I'm an Insomniac. So shit, why do I even complain?!

I've been sitting here for the past 10 minutes, literally, and have not thought of a single thing to blog yet..

More Than A Love Song by FireFlight is playing in my ears.

^^ Pretty amazing. If you haven't heard of them, check them out for sure.

So, I'm trying to figure out what to write.

I'm sitting in the hotel lobby of Candlewood Suites in Alcoa, Tennessee. And texting a favorite friend of mine named Ali. I'm wide awake, and in such an awkward mood. I'm not happy, yet, I'm not sad.. But I have no energy to really do anything productive. And if I do try to do something, it turns out miserably and an epic fail. So, what do I do? I sit here and stare at the screen of my labtop, while sitting in the hotel lobby at 1:50 AM in the morning.. Wow, am I a loser or what? But no.. That wouldn't be right for me to say.. (To call myself a loser.).. Because I'm sure that I'm not the only person in the entire world that has done this exact thing, so me calling myself a loser would be calling any other person who has done this very thing a loser. Yet again, I'm sure any person in their right mind that has done this would of called themselves a loser and went through this very same boring process of stupidity talk.. Nah, Jk. I'm the loser.


"I believe that there's hope, hiding beneath it all." <-- Paramore lyrics.. And wow.. All I can think of is, 'How far beneath is all this hope.' And why is that relevant you may ask? Well, my fellow readers, it is because hope is so blind half the time.. Better yet, we are all blind to it half the time. And for that, we get angry and confused, and frankly, pissed the fuck off. (Excuse my French.) But hey, who am I to judge? I'm just one person in the world. The needle in the haystack.

So, in the past 33 minutes, I've accomplished all that is above this statement. And see? I told you that everything I tried to do was an epic fail.. But oh well.. Sometimes it takes a moron to make an epic fail rather than a genius to make success.

Maybe..

Just maybe, we can be friends again.

Maybe, maybe me and you can work things out and become close again. Maybe not as close as before, but maybe deep down you still love me because that way.. That way, I'll know it was real and nothing was pretend. That way, I'll know that you did love me and it wasn't all an act.

Because, if deep down you still do just love me, than it proves that you always had.
I know a person can't just up and stop loving another; no matter what.

This way, it'll prove that everything we went through was for something and not just nothing.


Idk. And I have no idea what to ask myself.


Maybe, Just Maybe.