I’m thinking about Pete Wentz before I go to bed. I follow him on Twitter. Why? I suppose because he was the bassist and songwriter in a band that I liked- Fall Out Boy. I do still like Fall Out Boy’s songs, they’re nice to listen to. Dance, dance / we’re falling apart to half time~

But what’s up with him? What’s he up to these days? What did he ever have to say that was important, meaningful or real? I’m looking through his blog- which has turned into a Tumblr now. (I remember he used to have a proper blog where he answered questions from fans.)

Hey, apparently The Butcher from The Academy Is… got mugged and beaten up pretty bad.

I’m listening to myself cover plainsunset on YouTube. It’s alright. Out of time, a little bit out of key. Reminds me of 2007. Suddenly it seems like I’m living in 2007 again. 5 years, where has it all gone, what does it all mean?

I don’t plan to diverge from my current A Level track- I plan to keep studying and working hard, and working harder and harder- but I keep receiving all these signals from my subconscious telling me that I have some work to do on myself. I have to figure myself out a little more. I have to dig in deeper. Go through my old blog posts, my old Livejournal posts, my Tumblr. Sometimes we look for companionship everywhere but in ourselves.

Hrm. Pete Wentz’s birthday is a day before mine. He owns a record label. His parents met while campaigning for Joe Biden in the 1970s.

Now I’m listening to myself cover Ling Kai’s Larkin Step. It’s a beautiful song. I don’t do it justice.

Pete studied Political Science, but dropped out one quarter shy of graduation to focus on his music career. How much did his interest in the subject colour the way he saw the world, the way he did things in Fall Out Boy?

He has bipolar disorder. He cites Leonard Cohen’s Hallelujah as a song that saved his life.

All in all, I don’t have any real reason to give a fuck about Pete Wentz. I’m not sure if I relate to him. I remember seeing a picture of his penis, and him kissing I think Kim Kardashian, before she was famous, in a Fall Out Boy video.

He married Ashlee Simpson and their son’s name is “Bronx Mowgli Wentz”. That’s pretty epic. They divorced last year. I don’t remember. I don’t suppose I cared. Do I care now? Meh. I’m trying to see if I remember Ashlee Simpsons. “On a Monday, I am fading?”

Now listening to High and Dry.

I suppose as you grow older you realize how little the little things matter, how the ebb and flow of the world will get everyone. Everyone. At the end of the day, we forget what was said and done, but we remember how we felt.

On one hand, we want everyone. On the other, we can never have it all. And yet, we can spend all our time making a difference to some. So it can be good to say no.

Learn to say no.

Goodnight for real this time. 🙂