I have failed countless times to update this blog, and I have a feeling no one really reads anymore. However, since this was where I started writing it always feels most comforting to return to write short bit about my life here
I was browsing today this article where a number of individuals had submitted pictures or scans of their teenage diaries. I have hardly graduated out of teenhood myself; once a very interesting character told me that you don't truly stop being a teen until you've passed 25 years of age. Sometimes not even then. Yet I can't help but look at (the now hidden) entries that used to chronicle my life in secondary school and then in junior college. I was a very different person then, and yet, not so.
As I write this now, I am waiting for myself to fall asleep, for the memories in my head to die down so I may just tumble into a nice dreamless sleep.
Yet sleep evades me, as it naturally does when you need to wake mere hours later for the most important task of school. It feels so new all over again, because people just come and go and come back again.
But enough of my rambling, I should really try to at least close my eyes and lay down, and hope that eventually sleep will take me.
To all those people who left my life, I miss you. You know who you are
<3 M
marlz. daughter. sister. friend. cousin. girl. 1988. born to die.
tiistaina, joulukuuta 07, 2004
drenched
golly. just got back frm school.
back to the neverending topic of the loathesome weather. sigh. so well, its 0 degees Centrigrade. so its wet. wet. wet. do you know how bad much bad luck i have? not that i believe in this whole luck thing, but well. how can it be so much of a coincidence?
as kalle knows, i'm the last person in the family who he will ask out for cycling since it always rains cats and dogs the moment we get to the second traffic light. so well, i was almost late for my meeting with the principal and i ran to school, and i merely thought of cycling, that it would be faster. and it starts snowing. huge clumps of snowflakes in my face. they got caught in my hair, in my eyelashes, i think even my eyebrows. that wasn't so bad. at least i din feel bad. so i continued running and as i was crossin the bridge the wind came right in my face. how pleasant, you might think. but well, it isn't pleasant to me to have the sensation on my left cheek of many tiny knives hitting me in the face. it stung. and you must imagine me running into the school yard, with snowflakes in my hair, my face yet and red. and guess who i bump into? the principal itself. oh gosh. what luck.
oh well, i guess i am quite lucky that the principal is nothing like mrs teo. he's tall, quite young, courteous and also not bad looking. meaning, good looking for his age. he looked at me, gave a smile. said, 'hi, so you're here, lets go inside' in finn, opened the door for me. then opened the staff room door for me, and asked me to wait. and he said nothing abt my now-drenched hair, or my red face. so i took advantage of the mirror in the staff room, cleaned up as best as i could and went in with him. then intro myself, blah blah. he wished me a good time in the school and welcomed me. and i ran home to change. and do something abt my hair before the next lesson. thank gdness for nice principals!
next lesson was history. i changed up, put on my jacket and WALKED to school. it didn't snow, it didn't rain. and i had a smooth journey. went to class, met elina, then we went to the computer lab in the next block. had our lesson, looked through the internet. met with all my classmates again. let them see a pic of our sch uniform. they were quite wild. it started to snow huge clumps again. and some of them ran out without jackets into the yard. came back in with snow clumps on their head. haha. very funny. then we did some research. took down some stuff and chatted. then went home.
so. hmm. my share of 'kate and leopold' last nite. sooo nice. i laughed my head off. well. aft that was seinfield, or something like that. quite funny also. gtg help isoäiti. more later
12/07/2004 01:54:00 ip.