Oh jeez

What the title said!

Wow, can't belive I actually got myself a blogg. I always said they were just a laugh.

And looky looky, here Iam, blogging away. 

I belive the main reason i'm doing this is beacuse I got too mutch stuff on my damaged mind. There is always something new I wish to talk about. And rarely, I find someone, in my social surrounding that I can talk to this things about. 

What the, I just heard a song. A marvellous song! It's like a plague of some kind. Darn it, that's one song i'll be humming. It's on the tele right now! 

"The sidewalks in the street, the concrete and the clay beneth my feet begins to crumble, but love will never die lalala."

Wonderfull. I must do some backround research on this lovely tune!

Anyhow, the thing that I wanted to talk about was a movie. The eternal sunshine of the spotless mind ( hint hint the blogg name ). What a master piece if I might say. It got me thinking really. What if you did have the choice to erase a person out of your memory bank. I mean, I could really relate to the movie. We all have had someone we loved, or a big crush that never fully blossomed, right? Well, I know for a fact that I have had my share of crushes and a vast sea of love.

Sure, it does hurt to think of someone that you ain't with anymore. You think of the moments you laid in your bed and just been together, not doing mutch but just been there and being alot! It's curropting, it hurts, it aches. If you find the right word for that feeling, heck, do tell me, beacuse i'm still looking for it!

And i'm ramlbing on again. Well, would you erase that certain someone to have that piece of mind? To just never known that one, and live in eternal bliss? 

I've been playing with that thought. It's funny how the mind is so weak that you actually want to give in to that temptation. But then, there is something inside of you. A rejuvanating thought that says " BUT HEY, don't you remember the good times, don't you? ".  And then we float away in the memories. All the good times.

Oh, look at the time. Getting late, isnt it?