It's been a lazy lazy Monday so far. But I guess I should enjoy simple pleasures of not having too much to do.

My legs are really sore from dancing for like...3 hours on Saturday night/Sunday Morning.

I looked at some of the songs I wrote about a year ago and realized that 1) Some of them really suck and 2) Some of them could actually be something really great. I didn't realize how much I had wrote, there is like 26 songs there. How could I just forget all of those songs? I still think "Supernova" is going to be up there with my favorite songs as well as the one I'm pretty done writing now called "He is Me". I just need to really sit at my piano and really fuck around until something just comes through me. I guess that will be the purpose of the winter. Since I am not in a relationship (thankfully), I imagine that I will spend some good time dating my music all winter.

I have been having very vivid and distinct visions of my future. I can see myself or who I believe I am going to be, I just need to make a point to actually get there. I always amaze myself how much I have changed and evolved in the past 6 months alone, I question where I will be and what I will be doing in six months time from now. It's fucking terrifying but it's fucking exciting at the same time.

I've come to a few realizations lately. I seem to talk about my men troubles in my blog a lot recently. But whatever. I have come to a pact with myself that I won't date in the foreseeable future. Men suck, Music needs to become my everything.

Gosh, and The Fame Monster, definitely helps me tap into that frequency.

Here's to a winter filled with music, drunken mishaps, lyrical revelations and most of all: A Good Fucking Time.