I thought Avril Lavigne had run out of good music.

I thought the guitar was so boring. Especially these past few months.

I was wrong.

How did she make it sound so fresh?

Geniuses don't have an expiry date.

She's brilliant.

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What? Another one?

Yep.

Classic Avril Lavigne.

This may sound crazy to you, but that eyebrow raise at the start of the MV is so funny, I rewatched it like ten times.

I don't think I've done an Avril Lavigne post before so I guess this will be it.

What I love most about this girl is that she's almost completely shameless.

Although sometimes when she's on a bimbotic streak she goes and does uhm, songs that you wouldn't want anyone to catch you singing along to, like Girlfriend and The best damn thing. Yet I find myself adding those songs to my playlist anyway.

Cos they're still so good.

The important thing is that through it all she stays true to herself.

The amount of pure attitude that she puts into her songs and the energy is unmatched save for a few. And I'm sure you've heard of them. (hint, think you belong with me and your love is my drug)

Yet underneath that whole aura of endless hook ups, bimbotic posing, and infinite amount of casual screw yous that she tosses, she still isn't afraid to let her vulnerable side show, When You're Gone is still one of my favourite songs.

She's not just a shallow trashy poser, shallow trashy posers don't break onto the music scene at sixteen with a single of her own. She's a songwriter and a pretty darn good one at that. And we all know she isn't limited to pop/rock ditties. (punk whatever)

Guess what I just found out. She wrote Darling when she was fifteen.

Unbelievable.

Just another starstruck (see above for evidence*) wanderer trying to find his way in this horribly confusing and sometimes messed up world.

This space as you might have realised is for my own venting. It's where I talk, to myself. To the universe. It's where I don't lie. Much. Chances are you won't get more truth out of me than these few billion pages of angst.

My life isn't that bad. Sometimes. The good parts just usually end up being the blank dates in between the posts you see. So yes, just to practice my math and to cheer myself up a little, the number of posts is inversely proportional to my mental wellbeing. Yes that counts as math with me.

And despite the wry smile on my face and the grin I can imagine on yours, I'm still rather sombre.

I promise you I'm sunny somedays. Stick around. You never know what you may learn.

*hint may or may not be in big black font at the top of the page.