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.
keskiviikkona, elokuuta 02, 2006
sickeningly sick
i'm bloody sick and i hate it. yes. i'm sick AGAIN.
maybe its the school building. first the TB scare and then all the other nonsense about the flu going round class. maybe jc is meant to be a place where illness festers. i'm going to be slightly kuku and say the physical degeneration is a physiological reflection of the psychological degeneration that happens to all of us. only that is something one would write in a gothic tradition analysis which doesn't apply to school. now if it was true, it means all jc students are slightly off their rocker. hah. are we?
i don't like having a stuck nose and using 12561321654651 tissues in the day. and sneezing so violently in the lt that my notes go flying everywhere. and then there's the feeling that something is at the back of your throat that you wish you could fish out without feeling like puking. and the paranoia that your cranium might explode in a few seconds time. or maybe its just me.
yes. i hate being sick. i've never been sick so many times in my life. and i don't like the waiting times at the doctor's. its just too long. i guess i'm feeling the sickness more than anyone else would because i was usually quite disease free prior to coming to meridian. and then i morphed into a magnet for disease, a perpetually ill being.
oh my nose, my poor afflicted nose!
i have a vague feeling that i'm rambling. must be the overdose of lozenges. in any case i'm stoppin now.
marlz
8/02/2006 02:02:00 ip.