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..I think it's about time to do something that makes sense soon.
Kings & Queens.
This is probably one of the best music videos I've seen. Everything fits so nicely. A personal favorite.
Being alive has its time, being dead has its own.
Kurt Wallander, The Troubled Man.
Curtain call, I'm watching the audience. They have just finished the first, big applause. The biggest of them all. The applause you can hear at the beginning of every play, that indicates that something new is about to begin. They're waiting in excitement to see what this play is really about, the expectations are high and diverse. I curtsies and smile, because I've got the leading role. I've still got a long time left until I'm only behind the scenes, waiting for the grand finale when the villains are busted, heroes found and the drama revealed to its very end. I've barely spoken my first lines, the climax is still not reached.
The play is still young and energetic, filled with stupid ideas and experiences are gathered along the way. Comedy and tragedy are mixed together, it's yet not decided with path the play will take. Not only am I in the lead role, I also write the script. I write it as the play develops - some things are planned, some things are made up as I go. For it is a long time until the second act, when the play gets more structure and more people enter the stage. There will be several supporting characters who will play important roles, and eventually some of them will be more important to me than myself.
When third act begins will even more supporting characters enter, and I will take my place behind the scene. And just before the curtain goes down we will all know whether this has been a piece worth watching, whether I have played the role of the hero or the villain, the comic or tragic part, and everything will fall into place. But there's still a long time to second and third act, for we're not even halfway through the first one.
Yet I have not experienced adolescence, it's an eternity until I reach old age, and right now it seems that I shall never die.
Curtain call, I'm watching the audience. They have just finished the first, big applause. The biggest of them all. The applause you can hear at the beginning of every play, that indicates that something new is about to begin. They're waiting in excitement to see what this play is really about, the expectations are high and diverse. I curtsies and smile, because I've got the leading role. I've still got a long time left until I'm only behind the scenes, waiting for the grand finale when the villains are busted, heroes found and the drama revealed to its very end. I've barely spoken my first lines, the climax is still not reached.
The play is still young and energetic, filled with stupid ideas and experiences are gathered along the way. Comedy and tragedy are mixed together, it's yet not decided with path the play will take. Not only am I in the lead role, I also write the script. I write it as the play develops - some things are planned, some things are made up as I go. For it is a long time until the second act, when the play gets more structure and more people enter the stage. There will be several supporting characters who will play important roles, and eventually some of them will be more important to me than myself.
When third act begins will even more supporting characters enter, and I will take my place behind the scene. And just before the curtain goes down we will all know whether this has been a piece worth watching, whether I have played the role of the hero or the villain, the comic or tragic part, and everything will fall into place. But there's still a long time to second and third act, for we're not even halfway through the first one.
Yet I have not experienced adolescence, it's an eternity until I reach old age, and right now it seems that I shall never die.
Secret # 101.
A splash of color.
A grey layout seemed so depressing and sad when everything else is so depressing and sad. No matter how many hot showers I take, I still feel like the cold has taking over my body. Why can't just winter show up and get over with it, so the real deal can start? 'cause right now I'm frozen 24/7. I hate in-between coldness, it's not real cold, but it's definitely not nice either.
Happy birthday.
Well, you're not turning fifteen until an other two more days pass.
Imagine, you've been my best friend for six years now. You're just great, you know that, right?
Like a dream.
I suck. I'm sorry. To the few people actually making an attempt of checking into this blog once in a while: I have to admit I'm not that good at keeping this English blog up to date, not as good as I am with the Norwegian one. Bear with me, there's been a lot going on lately. Lots and lots of track practices, some meets, and more practice. I've been in season for over eight months now. End of January until now. I'm starting to feel it. It's been one big roller-coaster of a season, with both ups and downs. I'm really excited about starting the indoor season though, it's going to be great. I've got so many plans and so many expectations, and I know what I've got to do. Work hard, and just reach and extend limits.
So what's been up lately? School's started again, and it's quite different than Plant. Really different, to tell you the truth. But I don't mind, it's great to be back. It honestly is. I've missed seeing everyone, and the environment. Even though it's in the low 30s in the mornings now and it's getting colder and more depressing day by day, it's great to be back.
But I miss you guys. A lot. I miss Tampa. It's surreal, and so distant. It's like a different life. Sometimes I wonder if it was real all of it, whether all the people I met exists or not. I'm still talking to some of you, so you kind of have to exist, but you seem so far away. Sometimes it feels like I've just been dreaming, that I could've never actually been to all those places and met all those people and experienced so much. It's just surreal. Somebody pinch me.
But I miss you guys. A lot. I miss Tampa. It's surreal, and so distant. It's like a different life. Sometimes I wonder if it was real all of it, whether all the people I met exists or not. I'm still talking to some of you, so you kind of have to exist, but you seem so far away. Sometimes it feels like I've just been dreaming, that I could've never actually been to all those places and met all those people and experienced so much. It's just surreal. Somebody pinch me.
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