The routine.

I understand that I post very little recently but I plan to make that differ. The past month my life seems to have hit rock bottom. In my last post I mentioned my admiration for a girl named Raine. A relationship did prevail but as usual, it came to an end. This time it was different, I ended it. I like to think of myself as an emotional based person whereas Raine was the total opposite. My new band was short lived as I left then re-entered, then our bassist left. I am currently starting two new projects as a replacement. I have started a two man duo with Jed inspired by the likes of secondhand serenade and mayday parade. The second is a metal band with a friend James Kelly which is still to come together. To top off my failure, I had a major fight with my Father with, as a result, caused a mass amount of awkwardness among my family. My routine being, as everything seems to be looking good I somehow take action to make it fail. The way things are looking it comes across to me as though I'm destine to live alone. As much as I deteste this concept, it is possibly for the best. Although all odds are against me I am determine to find my perfect girl. The trouble is finding her. 

Disbelief.

To my own disbelief I have actually unveiled a female that I can have somewhat of a relation with. Her name is Raine. The only time I will be stereotypical is when I say that a name of that genre is a type that is only used to name tropical destination babies. This girl is not from a tropical background. She is one that suites my 'label' to near perfection. I met her through a friend and from a first glance I was attracted. I'm not a believer of love at first sight so I had to pull out my social skills, even of their minimal mass, and find out who she really was. I would be lying if I said I wasn't interested in what she had to say in return of the questions I laid upon her. She likes me music, she likes my dress sense, she likes... me. When I was to figure this out I was surprised to the extent that a smile grew on my face. An event that happens not that often. I invited her round my house after I had persuaded my mother that I was ill. The day was amazing. It wasn't romantic or mind blowing but it worked for the both of us. Every second that passed when she was in my arms was a moment of bliss. It beat a lot of things I had done prior to the event. I'm in somewhat of a rush to make us 'official' but time is key in this certain situation. I'm going to let this pan-out despite my temptation of impatient thoughts.