Tea and routine

Still alive, still not challenging fate. My try-out matriculation exam in Literature is over... it was 3 weeks ago and the results still aren't out. I think I'll have a good mark, 'cause I fucking need it. My term test, in Literature again, was today, and I totally awesomed it! (like our American teacher likes to say) Or at least I think so. One of my friends gave me another book by Terry Pratchett, 'cause she has it twice. I really enjoyed Witches Abroad and now I have another book to make me laugh. ^^ I'm planning to buy at least 3 books by Pratchett with the next scholarship, unless I find "1984" - then Mr. Pratchett will have to wait for a while. I've been thinking of writing a story - no rhymes this time. I have this picture in my head, abso-bloody-lutely perfect for an opening scene in a movie. But I have to work on it. Our spring break will be shorter than the others','cause we're 12th grade and all and we have exams and all, buuut at least we will be done on May 8 unlike the others, so in your face, freshmen! And I'll have a whole summer wondering what to do, maybe I'll find some kind of a job, while all my friends will be having exams and crap. I feel like an outcast at school with them - all they talk about is exams, math exams, architecture exams, more exams, and from this Friday till next Tuesday when the spring break begins almost all of the class will be gone and I'll be alone again. It really sucks, but they have to think about their future, and when I think about it, I already got my exam last August and I'm pretty much done with that, I only need my diploma and hopefully I'm done with this place too, for good. Oh, oh, oh! I went for my prom dress fitting on Saturday! It's still not completely done and I looked like a rag doll in it, but I love it! I hope I'll be ok on the fucking prom, 'cause I need to have that behind me already. Aand I think that's it for now. If I write the story, it'll find its place here.

Odyssey

I'm still not dead (and this is not an attempt to tempt fate!), plus, I have a new scribble! And plus-plus, it's officially been a month since The Rasmus concert. I still see it clearly as it was an hour ago. It's 9:20 pm and a month ago at that time we were rocking like hell. Still, many more await, I hope. About Odyssey, it's again like a story in rhymes, but longer like hell! I spent 3 hours writing it, and about a month thinking about it and how to put it together. Speaking of rhymes... I found the greatest thing EVER! I probably sound like someone who discovered America and no one told them about Columbus. So what I found - I found an online rhyme dictionary! What's cooler than that?! (I have more answers to that than you, but still that IS pretty cool) Now my hardest decisions won't be what word to think of that can rhyme with something else, but which one of all the 300 I should use.... It's great! ^^

"Well we crossed the line, so slow down a little,
come and go around, and let the things just settle..."



They were sitting on a rock floating really high in space
He was choking, barely breathing, she was staring at his face.
"Air, please, I beg you", she could hardly hear him whisper,
then stood up with finger on the trigger and told the poor weeper:

"Air is for losers, boy, you don't need it anymore.
See that pile of dust right there? It's the heart you cruelly tore.
And our home is gone as well - the monsters won the battle,
and the earth was calm again after having them all strangled.

The sun was finally sent to its eternal slumber,
and this rock is all that's left now for us to wander.
I guess you won't be here very long, since you're choking to death,
But there's a time for one last song, so please hold your breath."

His eyes were bleeding and he could feel the cosmic chill,
but yes, he could clearly see her, and his heart was beating still.
"What on earth have you done?", he murmured, with a few drops of blood.
"Oh, on earth I did nothing", she replied, "... but to the others - everything I could.

It's just you and me, my, oh, so beloved stranger,
so keep it down and die quietly or you will try my anger."
"But they did nothing wrong at all to you!", suddenly she heard him say.
She turned around, her teared eyes fell, and cried, "Everyone looks the same on X-ray".

"You won't find fame and glory like this, I trust you will agree."
"Oh, I know, it will end soon - you see, history remembers victory."
They stood silent for a while, wrapped their thoughts in spider nets,
on their little sad exile, awaiting death, but not dead yet.

"Will you spare a thought for me?", he asked, nearly passing, "Just every once in a while?"
"....No", she answered with no sign of glee. "You did it to yourself, so shut up and smile."
She looked him from above and added, "Just one thing left to keep you calm......
always look up, 'cause that's where your doom will come from!"

Just to calm down the spirits... almost dead yesterday, maybe dead tomorrow, but alive - gloriously alive today! (Maybe not gloriously, but still...) I already received a couple of tirades about the 'stupid thing' and counting. And I... can't even kill myself properly! :D I just felt sleepy and cold and went to bed at 10pm. About my eyes - it turned out to be what I thought it would be... again. I hate when I get that, my eyes get all swollen and red and hurt and now I have to take medicine. Drops in the eyes - most unpleasant. But they're almost okay now, so.... no funny, crazy, monkey business anytime soon... I hope. Gotta go, bye! :D