… but home is NOW HERE!

I’m home! I finally made it home! After another 48 hours of travelling, during which I didn’t sleep at all if we don’t count the few seconds every ten seconds. And now I’m home in my own bed! ^^ There are so many things I want to do, and so many places I want to go to… I just can’t wait! I’m not gonna waste my two weeks here, that’s for sure. I’m planting trees in the park tomorrow. ^^ A friend of mine I hadn’t seen live was waiting for me at the airport, and made my day.. and night. xD Aand I’m so excited I don’t know what else to write here, so I guess I’ll be going now. No new scribbles, too happy. ^^

Today this small favor I’m asking

All the essays and reports are done and submitted, and I had time to come up with a new scribble. I started it a couple of weeks ago, but I really wanted to finish something of the stuff I have in mind, so I quickly thought of an ending – and I’m not saying it’s a good ending. Actually, I had the ending and the beginning, I just needed something to fill in the middle. xD The title, without a doubt, is a nod to AFI’s The Interview, which is one of my favorite songs. As for the quote – I read it in class once, and I really liked it. I think it’s another version of what Davey says in The Interview. For some reason, I was occupied with the idea who would miss me if I die… I know, I know, I sound emo – stop reading then! xD So there it is, enjoy.. or don’t.

“Gather ye rosebuds while ye may,
Old Times is still a-flying:
And this same flower that smiles today,
Tomorrow will be dying...”

Imagine me gone
Imagine me dead
Imagine a stone
Over my head

Imagine a song
the chorus would sing
Imagine a bell -
The bell and its ring

Imagine the tears -
no tears at all
Imagine the smiles
as you're watching me fall

I imagine I speak -
but no one believes
I imagine I repeat -
heart bleeding on my sleeve

I imagined I dream -
a simple song in the dark -
and I saw me scream
with no lights in the park

I've never been that good at lying
Trust me, trust me, I'm a liar
I've never been that good at dying
Watch me, watch me, I'm on fire!

And one day you'll wake up,
but I won't be here
because I dared,
and wished to disappear

And I imagined me gone
I imagined me dead
And they put a stone
Over my head

Cyanide Sun

I came back from the beach half an hour ago. Finally saw the sunset successfully. Apart from the fact that I almost froze to death, it was magnificent. Just me, the sea, the sun going down, and my thoughts. And the music portraying my thoughts. I really needed to sit somewhere and just think while staring at something beautiful. “While do beautiful things make you sad? –Because deep down you know you might never see them again.” It’s true – I stood there on the pebbles for about an hour watching the sunset as it was the first sunset to be ever seen. I waited this moment for 6 months, since I came here. It’s a very bittersweet feeling…
As for scribbles, I have a ton of stuff I came up with, but my inspiration dies after a verse or two, so I don’t know when I’ll finish some of them. The only thing I can say is that they’re depressing as always – I don’t even have the energy to write something angry, let alone something at least half joyful. Besides, essays time has started and I have to focus more on them and then I’ll have a week free before I leave to think of some scribbles.
19 days left till I go home – I don’t even count them now, and they flew by so fast. Most of my friends are staying in Aber for the Easter break, but I have to go home – I have a reason to go home. We’ll see if that reason thinks the same.
Well, that’s it – I’ve never been much of a talker, except in some very rare situations, so that’s all I have to say for now. Go catch the sunset.

Abbey Road

I went to Liverpool yesterday. The trip I mentioned a while ago finally happened. It was indeed a great day, although it didn’t start that great. We left Aber at 9 in the morning, and just after we got out of town, the bus broke. So we had to wait half an hour for another bus to come and as a result, left an hour later, at 10. We arrived in Liverpool at 1pm, and because we had lost one hour, they gave us half an hour more before we leave in the evening so we can have enough time to see the museum. And the museum… well, it was magnificent. One part of it was a marine museum, with boat and submarine models – I even saw Titanic. The African slavery museum was on the third floor – now that’s what I call a museum. It had everything – from authentic clothes and weapons to the fucking KKK robe. There were screens everywhere and you could put headphones and listen to stories of former slaves, look at models of sugar plantations while they explain how they lived there. There was something like a room in the middle, dark and small, with two big screens, where they showed you what was it is like to transport you on a slave ship – the darkness and the small space were very contributing for the psychological effects. Also, there was a “wall of fame” with famous black people – Martin Luther King Jr., Malcolm X, Obama, etc. I spent most of the time in the museum, took a lot of photos and videos and around 4 I went out to have a look around the area, but stayed close ‘cause I was not in the mood to get lost. xD Byy the way, I am an idiot. It took me about an hour after I got in Liverpool to fucking remember the Beatles are from there! Seriously, how stupid can you be to forget that? Anyway, I got myself a Beatles magnet so that I don’t forget again. Plus, I saw their official store, and there was also an exhibition called “The story of Beatles”, but I didn’t have time to go and see it. At least the weather was okay and I managed to walk around, but not too far, as said before, took some more pictures and at 5pm we left for Aber. I enjoyed my alone day – I didn’t know anyone from the other people who came, no one sat next to me on the bus – but I didn’t care much. At least I didn’t follow anyone and managed to go and see whatever I liked in the museum. But the next time I wouldn’t mind having some of my friends with me, so that I can get lost properly and not care about it. All in all, that was a good day.