Another entry in 750 words

Ooo, I am totally in the mood for coffee right now as I am listening to Muse. What a delightful morning this may turn out to be. Actually my playlist is just playing amazing songs, but at the moment Muse is playing. Well what other news has eventuated from this hole of a town? That is right nothing. At least I get to work today and I wont be eternally bored, oh and also I am a saint. Well not really, but last night I sang at a charity event for breast cancer and I found out three hours before hand so I spent learnt, and remembered, two new songs. Hysteria, what a delightful song in so many respects, but then again there are so many delightful things in this world, including Amelie and Zelda, what a delightful combination. Anyway, on my internet escapades I purchased a book that will be severely useful for me in my own escapades at learning the French language. Amelie and literature in general inspired me to learn a plethora of languages. I want to learn French and German and I am already studying Italian, so hopefully one day soon I am fluent in all these fantastic languages. Anyway, my coffee has now arrived so I am thoroughly excited. And apparently my shoes are in the way, but who really cares. And I will hardly know which way is up and which was is down. My coffee does smell beautiful and I must admit that I wish there was a coffee perfume. It is such an epicly beautiful smell, it is truly amazing and aromatic, oh that is such a nice word, I want to use that word every single day in my life, but knowing my amazing memory skills, I will forget it at the end of my little writing spasm. It is strange that for the first time ever I can actually continuously write every day and not ever get bored or annoyed at the tediousness of it all. I think the entire release of inner thoughts is simply an amazing experience that I wish to continue on forever, well maybe not forever, but for a very long time ever. I wonder if this song has everyone feeling the way I do. I must say that I was a boy from school cover is such a touching and melodically pleasing song to my senses. Especially my heart and my ears. I get captured in the lulls of the sweeping melody and harmony and the simplistic rhythm that is ultimately tied together in the epitomic reminiscing tale of being in the different school yard setting. Anyway, apart from the over sophistication of music, I believe that my music is getting cold, and they do not like that, they are the devil, they are coming after me. Who are they? I am not entirely sure, but they are sure different to us. And extremely different to you. You in both the singular and plural form. Apparently my soul will have to wait, according to Washington's cover of Santeria. This song I also love. My taste in music is positively amazing is it not? Hmm. I am completely joking, I am not that self absorbed, although writing about yourself is the easiest way to just write I think, because at least you know what you are talking about, even if they, everyone else, does not know what I am on about. But, it is human nature to be so prejudice and so judgemental towards the life and beliefs of others in this world. I do not know if this is the greatest thing, but human nature is rather fine, much finer than scenery and ultimately the human condition and the emphasis of death, especially concerning rituals is such a strange, yet almost hauntingly beautiful thing. But what sort of thing is it? What sort of thing is a thing, this thing, what is the world is a thing. I think that the word thing is hilarious and the concern that one of my teachers had, or has, about the existence of this word is very amusing. I have never seen anyway get so annoyed about a singular word. It is actually hilarious. I enjoyed it thoroughly, but then again when someone has their little obsessivenesses who does not find it amusing. Again another problem with modern society. Let us just add it to the list and never pay any real attention to it because who really cares?