The Daytimes Are Bad, The Nightimes Worse.

I'm having a hard time picking a favourite album for the next challenge post hence the long gap after being semi consistent in my writing which is incredibly frustrating since there have been many things I wanted to write about but no longer can since they are no longer relevant or applicable. One of them was going to be about how life is great and such but that topic has to be abandoned seeing as how so far all 9 days of 2013 have ranged from bad to terrible for various reasons that frankly nobody else needs to know. I am also finding it hard to find a song/title for this post since I keep over thinking everything and finding meanings that don't exist. Thankfully shuffle exists and cannot be influenced by outside factors even though there are times it seems the purposefully choose the songs that are the worst for any given situation.

Don't bother looking for some hidden meaning that doesn't exist. Go read a book or something

Remember I'm not picking these. It's the work of forces unknown

This may be my favourite album of 2012 but not even close to favourite overall

I have nothing to add here.

I hope in the next few days I can decide what my favourite album is and maybe feel one emotion at a time instead of everything and nothing at once. I also hope 2013 gets better because if it gets worse then I have truly done something wrong in a past life. Until then Goodnight and Goodluck

Your Future Fades And Your Minutes Are Few

I wasn't really looking forward to doing this post but I know that some better ones are on the way so I should be able to handle it. It is now time for post 4 "A Song That Makes You Sad". I had two candidates for this one. They are the only two songs to ever make me tear up when I heard them, the fact that one of them only accomplished this feat due to it's timing made it much easier to make this decision even though I much prefer the alternate song to the actual song I ended up choosing

Oddly enough I've heard this one 10 times tops but it has stuck with me

I have no clue as to why this song got to me since when I first heard it I was 10 and there really isn't anything in this song I can relate to. I am the oldest of two children and both my parents are alive and well. Despite the previous points when the final verse of this song ended I was sniffling in the back seat of the car. I am going to guess it had something to do with the fact that even when I was 10 I was paranoid and worried about everything and this song brought a certain set of worries to my mind all at once. After that occasion whenever I hear The Baby I will turn the radio off or change stations since that is the only place I ever hear it. It's not that this is a bad song it is quite good I just don't like what it does to me. That being said I haven't heard this song in years and am curious to see what happens next time I come across it.

I have a feeling the only way I am going to be able to select the next song is by listening to copious amounts of music and waiting for someone to pop into my head. It is also the first song that I haven't already decided on and I have a feeling it won't be a last. I hope it's happy I could go for another happy song. Also I decided again to not use lyrics from the chosen song seeing as how none of them really seemed to stand out for me.

Where Am I Going? Wouldn't You Love To Know.

I like Mondays. Most people don't but for me Monday is my Saturday, this is due to the fact that I work evenings and weekends. Most people don't like it but the way my shifts work out I can still do things after work on Friday and Saturday and sleep it off Sunday afternoons then I have two days where I can more or less do what I want. I can go home to P.A. like I did yesterday or I can stick around Yorkton and do... well I could do nothing but that's not the point. There is only one thing that I don't like about my schedule. Note that I say schedule and not Job because I love my Job. Anyways the problem with my schedule is that from time to time good things happen on Saturdays and they happen far far away from Yorkton. Such as The SYP March Mini happening this weekend. If you wish to ask how I feel about my schedule don't, I have answered that question so many times that soon I am going to start making up answers such as "I don't like working on weekends but if I drink enough I forget I'm at work". Or maybe "I don't even show up I just voice track it a few weeks in advance".

I still love coming back home to P.A. the girl who was living in my bedroom has left so I have my nice water bed back and as earlier stated whenever I come home the liquor cabinet opens up. Sometimes if I am lucky there will be some new and exotic thing that Dad recently found. Yesterday it was a Black and Tan. For those of you who have never had the good fortune to have a Black and Tan or knowing what it is. Simply put it is Ireland's greatest export. To make a Black and Tan you require Guinness and Harp (Irish Ale) you can theoretically use any ale such as Keiths but Irish Ale ads to the legitimacy. You fill a pint glass half full with Harp and then very delicately and slowly poor the Guinness on top of the Ale. If done correctly you should have some nice tan ale sitting in the bottom of your glass and some dark Guinness sitting on top. I have decided it is now my goal to make the perfect Black and Tan. It will take time and practice but if you mess it up you just stir it and now it's an almost as good half and half. So should you come to Yorkton be prepared to be offered the greatest beer beverage there is.