Jo Jo - How To Touch A GirlBlur - Girls And Boysone last chance = cute, kinda cliche but it's likeable in a yay-happy-ending way, with the "i'm a scout, number 9 is fine lad".
it's a holiday tomorrow. H-O-L-I-D-A-Y! if i could, i'll kidnap all the holidays and put them in my pockets and whenever i needed one, take 'em out and have a blast. god, i love holidays. it's like having chocolates, or a nice bowl of cream of broccoli soup, or a bag of crisp sweetened popcorn, or getting 23/25 for all your essays, or realising you're going to japan, or air-conditioning on a hot day, or blasting your favourite tune of the moment (excludes wantyoutoknow, youmakemehappy) and all that jazz -
romanticism was an era in art. without research, i assume it's a very surrealistic period, a very dreamy quality time. without research, it probably doesn't mean anything like that at all. sombre, depressed, macabre -
maybe i'm thinking too much.