Cousins, Cousins, MORE Cousins.

Hello, my good friends. I have missed you. Oh, who am I kidding? No one reads this anyway. I'm talking to myself. Unless someone IS reading this, in which case, HELLO! I love you! That was insane, I apologize. SO anyway, what's this title about? It's about my cousins Austin, and Sarah being here, traveling from California. They came. And tonight, Sarah will be staying the night at my house. I feel bad for her, because my room is a mess, and frankly, it's covered in my sketches, lyrics for songs that I like, and pictures of musicians (one picture is of Chris Martin. ONE! I'm not crazed, I tell you. You might think I am, just because I pasted mini photos of the album cover for 'Viva la Vida...or Death and All His Friends' in most of my friends yearbooks. But you are WRONG....whoever you are who accidentally ended up on this page. I'm not a lunatic.). My point is... being a ten-year-old girl she wont be interested in anything there. She'll think I've lost it.

Alright, this picture is on my wall too. I'm DEEP.









Bottom line: I don't think Sarah will enjoy this trip. It's like, she's FUN. I'm absolutely boring. Everywhere I am, everything becomes less exciting.





Yep, even here.





She wants to go do stuff, you know? And be ALIVE. I want to sit in my room with my instruments and play semi-depressing tunes and think about how sad it is that I'm playing what I'm playing even when I am in a great mood. Let me tell you, if you aren't depressed already, realising that you're playing 'X & Y' on a tiny made-for-child keyboard will do the trick. You just have to come to that realisation.



But again, I'm not crazed over Coldplay. I just want to get that out there.



Here as well.



So if you see me after a concert, sitting in a hotel room with my ipod, humming 'Square One' because it REFUSES to leave my head....bare that in mind.



That's another thing. Every review I've seen covering the 'X & Y' album has been awful. I, personally, loved that album. I was just thinking it was amazing, and when I'd share it with someone I'd smile like an idiot.1





It's almost as if I'm proud of it, or something. There's some sort of ego-boost that comes with people admiring the same things that you do, especially when YOU'RE the one who got them into it in the first place.

But enough about that.



This is about my cousin. And how she'll find me utterly boring and dull. Well, that's her loss. When she's thinking about how horrible it is to be in this situation, I'll be stressing about writing this. Why did I have to mention 'Square One'?! It's stuck in my head now, you realise that? It'll be ruined for me by the end of the day. I hope not, but let's face it, it's true.



Well, I guess I'll be off now, before I destroy any possible humor in this post by making it far too long.2



Goodbye! This isn't the picture on my wall.





1: Which happens a lot.

2: Which also happens a lot.