Here (In Your Arms)

Well, I really don't want to tackle my mountain of essays. So I thought I'd leave you a short little summary of my life. Lately, it's been madness, spazz, and simply living for the nearest Friday. I can make it! So while my heart is in Ohio(Hawthorne Heights reference, anyone?) I've been sitting here blaring random music. Very random music. "Drive All Night" by Springsteen is eternally jammed in my head, along with "Fire" which is just perfectly sexy. And then there's my obsession with the new My Chemical Romance song...but nothing quite sums up life better, or more frighteningly than the following song:

Katy Perry "Peacock" Warning: This song is highly disturbing. And this is coming from the girl who blares Blood on the Dance Floor. C'mon baby, lemme see what you're hiding underneath. Don't be a shy kinda guy, I bet it's beautiful. Yes, the lyrics are so horrifying the song has lodged iteslf in my brain. And traumatized me. Thanks Rach...I wake up in the middle of the night with flashbacks. It's times like these I thank God furniture and walls can't speak.

Peace, Love, and Rock n' roll