Glorious spring, aint I right? Greenery developes and humid air slowly creeps up on us from god knows where. That's exactly how it was yesterday. The perfect day in spring, it seemed to be. Sunbeams, broken against branches and small vibrant leaves, slowly searching their way down to the ground, warming it and everything on it up until you just felt the happiness spreading through your body. It was almost so wonderful, you felt like skipping instead of walking. This is exactly how spring should be; warm, vibrant, full of happiness and love and joy. Unfortunately, things like those don't stay for long.
As I have previously mentioned, we haven't had much of a real winter this year. I doubt you can even call it winter when bushes that are supposed to lose their leaves in November still have them in mid-March. A few days of snow is what we had, a week altogether I believe. Can't possibly be more at least. Well, as it were, the weather decided we hadn't had enough. This decision was made today, and I can't really say I'm pleased with it. Try furious, and you're at least a little bit closer to what I'm currently feeling against this oh so wonderful country.
I woke up this morning to the sound of my beloved sister, waking me up with a smile and happily saying "Look out the window, look out the window!" I did, fifteen past six in the morning (I might also add that I wasn't to wake up until eightish, but obviously the weather didn't keep me in mind when it decided to be an arse). Outside a full snowstorm was in the making. White everywhere, and not the pretty kind of snow either, the gooey kind that sounds gross when you walk on it, as if you're walking on thousands and thousands of semi-rotten bodies. "Schlufs." I hate that snow. Hate it.
I got a mental breakdown. I'm not ashamed to say it, 'cause it's a simple fact and I do this alot. The fact that I got it because of snow surprises me little. I used to love snow, but.. too many memories and several happenings have changed that for a very long time. At first I was just sad, and angry. For once spring had decided to be just as I wanted it to. Almost no snow at all, warmth in March, and I actually felt good. All of that was replaced in a matter of seconds, into nothingness, darkness and intense hatred towards anything jolly and/or white. My sister thought I was angry with her, as I started crying and had trouble breathing over the rage building up inside. I was of course not angry with her, I love her. I was just angry with winter, and anything and everything surrounding the subject, snow especially.
I somehow got up at 8:30 in the morning, school starting at 9:10. Pretty tight. My mother had for some unexplainable reason cooked me an egg, made freshly squeezed orangejuice, and fixed me up with yoghurt. I can't explain how much that actually helped me through the day. Thanks mom. <3 I made it to school in time, only to find out that the lesson I was really looking forward to was cancelled, sickness being the reason. The day continued in the sign of peace, or at least for most of us. We did practicly nothing at all on any class whatsoever, nothing but talk and do one or two exercises. In English we didn't even do that. We watched Midsomer Murders instead (thank you, Kerstin, for a lesson that I didn't hate).
I'm at home now, finally, after walking home in the blazing cold, pissed off to the bones and mainly hating everything in my presence. I'm going to continue hating everything in my presence (except for good people, of course), and I'm going to do that by playing FFXII, killing everything I can get my murderous little hands on. Until then, have a nice time and for the love of everything you hold dear, don't say anything positive about snow to me, ever. Or I will (no joke) rip out your spine through your neck with my bare hands.
Thine horrid image doth unfix my hair.
The Cranberries - Cordell
Though once you ruled my mind
I thought you’d always be there
And I’ll always hold on to your face
But everything changes in time
And the answers are not always fair
And I hope you’ve gone to a better place
Cordell, time will tell
They say that you past away
And I hope you’ve gone to a better place
Time will tell, time will tell
They say that you past away
And I know that you’ve gone to a better place
Cordell, Cordell
Cordell, Cordell
Your lover and baby will cry
But your presence will always remain
Is this how it was meant to be
You meant something more to me
Than what many people will see
And to hell with the industry
Cordell, time will tell
They say that you past away
And I hope you’ve gone to a better place
Time will tell, time will tell
We all will depart and decay
And we all will return to a better place
Cordell, Cordell
Cordell, Cordell
Nana, nana, nana, nana
Nana, nana, nana, nana
As I have previously mentioned, we haven't had much of a real winter this year. I doubt you can even call it winter when bushes that are supposed to lose their leaves in November still have them in mid-March. A few days of snow is what we had, a week altogether I believe. Can't possibly be more at least. Well, as it were, the weather decided we hadn't had enough. This decision was made today, and I can't really say I'm pleased with it. Try furious, and you're at least a little bit closer to what I'm currently feeling against this oh so wonderful country.
I woke up this morning to the sound of my beloved sister, waking me up with a smile and happily saying "Look out the window, look out the window!" I did, fifteen past six in the morning (I might also add that I wasn't to wake up until eightish, but obviously the weather didn't keep me in mind when it decided to be an arse). Outside a full snowstorm was in the making. White everywhere, and not the pretty kind of snow either, the gooey kind that sounds gross when you walk on it, as if you're walking on thousands and thousands of semi-rotten bodies. "Schlufs." I hate that snow. Hate it.
I got a mental breakdown. I'm not ashamed to say it, 'cause it's a simple fact and I do this alot. The fact that I got it because of snow surprises me little. I used to love snow, but.. too many memories and several happenings have changed that for a very long time. At first I was just sad, and angry. For once spring had decided to be just as I wanted it to. Almost no snow at all, warmth in March, and I actually felt good. All of that was replaced in a matter of seconds, into nothingness, darkness and intense hatred towards anything jolly and/or white. My sister thought I was angry with her, as I started crying and had trouble breathing over the rage building up inside. I was of course not angry with her, I love her. I was just angry with winter, and anything and everything surrounding the subject, snow especially.
I somehow got up at 8:30 in the morning, school starting at 9:10. Pretty tight. My mother had for some unexplainable reason cooked me an egg, made freshly squeezed orangejuice, and fixed me up with yoghurt. I can't explain how much that actually helped me through the day. Thanks mom. <3 I made it to school in time, only to find out that the lesson I was really looking forward to was cancelled, sickness being the reason. The day continued in the sign of peace, or at least for most of us. We did practicly nothing at all on any class whatsoever, nothing but talk and do one or two exercises. In English we didn't even do that. We watched Midsomer Murders instead (thank you, Kerstin, for a lesson that I didn't hate).
I'm at home now, finally, after walking home in the blazing cold, pissed off to the bones and mainly hating everything in my presence. I'm going to continue hating everything in my presence (except for good people, of course), and I'm going to do that by playing FFXII, killing everything I can get my murderous little hands on. Until then, have a nice time and for the love of everything you hold dear, don't say anything positive about snow to me, ever. Or I will (no joke) rip out your spine through your neck with my bare hands.
Thine horrid image doth unfix my hair.
The Cranberries - Cordell
Though once you ruled my mind
I thought you’d always be there
And I’ll always hold on to your face
But everything changes in time
And the answers are not always fair
And I hope you’ve gone to a better place
Cordell, time will tell
They say that you past away
And I hope you’ve gone to a better place
Time will tell, time will tell
They say that you past away
And I know that you’ve gone to a better place
Cordell, Cordell
Cordell, Cordell
Your lover and baby will cry
But your presence will always remain
Is this how it was meant to be
You meant something more to me
Than what many people will see
And to hell with the industry
Cordell, time will tell
They say that you past away
And I hope you’ve gone to a better place
Time will tell, time will tell
We all will depart and decay
And we all will return to a better place
Cordell, Cordell
Cordell, Cordell
Nana, nana, nana, nana
Nana, nana, nana, nana
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