Please don't talk about murder while I'm eating

I like the idea of catching the LAST TRAIN. Like, where I live, if you go into town of an evening the trains stop running at a certain time and if you don't get on the LAST TRAIN back home you either have to spring for a cab (pricey) or sleep in the gutter (risky) or stay out til the FIRST TRAIN (rock n roll!). The last train has your shady characters but the thing is, every time I've caught it recently I've been with the people I love, and like a child or a dog I tend to associate good feelings with things and places. There's also an element of danger in the LAST TRAIN that dorky types like me gravitate towards; because if you miss the last train, it's very much not ideal - but there are ways around it. Risky, but safe risky! 


So while I sit here reminiscing while watching this I can't help but think what a funny life this is. I guess I'm really feeling the strange disconnection from the old life I used to lead which revolved around school, getting work done and trying to fit music in anywhere it would fit. Now everything I am can be dedicated to the things I love to do, and to the people I love the most. Suddenly it's like I'm allowed to be who I want to be but I'm not quite sure who that is yet. 


Anyway this is all existential generic angsty crap that you can get a dime a dozen on Tumblr if it so pleases you. Talking about school I'm meant to be going back there in a few days to get an award or something and it's terrible but I simply must find an outfit that screams how together I am and how successful when really all I do is drink 2 for $5 bottles of wine and put the 'SAD SONGS' playlist on my iTunes on repeat and dye my friend's hair (see below) and mostly play my piano in my undies. 

But I guess it's summer now and soon enough I'll be writing and playing at SCHOOL, EVERY DAY and this will soon enough be every part of me just like I want. Now is the time to be stupid I guess and I spend a LOT of my time being stupid. So NOW I'm going to teach myself some of The Pip's dance moves from the above link and force the band to do them with me. And like, that's not stupid, that's productive and conducive to our development as a band. Right?