Splashing In Puddles of Sand

Sing me your favorite song...

My sister is buying a house. She is getting old! 25. So we will move from our perfectly-located flat near the city centre to a place 40 mins from the city. It will be strange to go back to Ireland and have a room full of my stuff. A room I have never seen. A new home I have never looked at will already have my stuff in it. And Charlotte Quay will only be a memory. I love that place.

I dont know when I will be back, and why I will go back. I dont want to think about it. It's just funny thinking about how much is going on without me. Why cant the world stop when I want it to? Why cant it revolve around me???

While I'm making crazy demands, I have always thought about this one thing. A guy coming up to me and saying something like 'One day I'll write a song about you' or something random like that. then say he is one of the guys from snow patrol (my fave band) or just someone famous and they release this song that is about you. aww. even if it is never realeased. some random guy with a pen writes a song about you. how good would that be :) Actually i think it would be even better if it is some random guy, not a famous dude. awww i wonder if anyone is writing songs about me tonight....
:)

posted by Oreo @ 1:06 PM