Foggy eyes the mirror shows something different

Foggy eyes, the mirror shows something different.

"Ord på tvers i halsen
Strofane sit fast i flokete hår
Martyren brenn,
men asken er ubrukeleg."

I'm at home now. In the house I grew up. I've been sleeping in every day, but the heaven I find myself in, Spring Break, is coming to an end. On Monday, I have to go back. Back to that quiet, empty apartment. Back to the dysfuntional refridgerator and smashed lightbulbs. I'll have to drag myself out of bed every single day, to show up at school and have the teachers shoveling their useless information down my head.
The only bright part of school is my friends there.
I wish we could have more vacations. Vacations every second week. Every week. Every day.
I'm so tired of it all. The minute I set my feet in the classroom in the morning, I start counting down the minutes until I get to leave.
It never used to be like that.
I miss those days.

I've been rediscovering The Hush Sound on my days off. Gorgous, gorgous, gorgous lyrics:

"Rain falls, quickly wetting my hair and clothes
My cries fall upon her deaf ears more tears
Let me in, please it's cold I'm freezing out here, I miss you my dear
You're all his and I'm all yours, like it or not, I'm all you've got

Light cuts through the clouds and haunts me, like bad dreams
Outside lookin' in I'm feeling lost and cold as sin
A shred of hope a little bit of sweetness - anything please, except for defeat
If I could I'd lock you up and toss out the key, it's just you and me"

Aren't they beautiful? I can listen to their songs all night. Just sink into the couch, wrapped up in a blanket, with a cup of coffee and headphones on full blast.
Wish everyday single day could be like this.
Listening. Sleeping. Thinking. Writing. Playing.

I see the schoolbooks piled up on the floor, even though I'm trying as hard as I can to ignore them.They're accusing. Judgemental. I ought to open them and learn something, but I know it's not going to happen. It's never going to happen. The vows I keep making to myself are broken and torn apart, one by one.

The bottom has been reached, but I can't stop digging.

"The safe is unsafe."

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	amante: 03/02/2007 9:33 AM aw, thanks! ^^ yeah, i wrote it. this was just my attempt at keep a diary of sorts. oO i'll see if i can keep it up. :P hehe SCHMANK YOU, LIL LADY. :P oi, blink slutta aa funke her. oO
	amante: 03/02/2007 9:48 AM how i do it? psssh. i just babble, and out it comes. that's essentially how i do all my writing. xD i babble on and on, and then i pick it apart. other times it takes me FOREVER to get things the way i want them. i envy those who writes easily. eg syns det e koooooselig med kommetara eg^^ og korfor virka plutselig dei URNORSKE bokstavane? oO
	amante: 03/02/2007 10:02 AM
	amante: 03/02/2007 4:20 PM hey, did you notice how i CAN'T write those letters. DISCRIMINATION, i say!! discrimination!!
	amante: 03/15/2007 4:22 PM you know, you' the only one who's commented on this. xD hahaha i think the norwegian in the beginning is scaring them away.
	sallylovesgwen: 04/01/2007 6:32 AM I can't read Norwegian :( "The bottom has been reached, but I can't stop digging." That one little sentence hit me hard and true. I'm guilty. Which Hush Sound song is that? I've never heard their stuff, I wanna download it. Are these all your own words?

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I'm not dead. :) I've just lost interest in buzznet, that's all :)

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