don't look back in anger - oasis

Step outside the summertime's in bloom
Stand up beside the fireplace
Take that look from off your face
You ain't ever gonna burn my heart out

So I'm back again, and the first place I visit when returning is of course my blog and me ol' comp. Nothing interesting about that line, although now you know I'm back and that there's no fuckin' impostor or something trying to fake my very existence.

Hm, when thinking it over that seems just plain weird. However, I'm back after three and a half day up in the woods, i.e. Glimåkra. Or to be very accurate, outside of Glimåkra. Depressing, I know, but I grew up there. So I guess that a little nostalgy won't kill me. My lack of a finished biology report, as well as the knowledge to do one, probably will however.

I've noted that I'm getting to like these long bus trips more for every time. At least when I'm in a certain mood for it. On my trip up to Glimåkra Busstation (Ystad-Kristianstad, Kristianstad-Broby, Broby-Glimåkra) I had time for the following:
  • Reading two chapters in Från Vittsjö till världen by Fridolin
  • Write a letter
  • Call Linnea and have a really nice chat
  • Read three separate newpapers
  • Do some maths
  • Survive on nothing but Sprite and Extra Lakrits

You understand me... Full of happenings and adventures. Well, not really, but I at least don't get bored to death.

But that's what I get in this town. C'mon, I don't even feel happy when I get home again, not in any way? This is freakin' depressing.

Well, what do a man do for three days in the forest? Well, he avoids getting an overdose of family activities and goes out for long walks on his own every now and then. Mostly around the shift of day/evening, around dusk. It was too cloudy to see the sun, but I noticed when it got darker anyhow.

But this inspiration, or more accurately the lack of it... It's annoying, it's eating me from within! As soon as I hold pen and paper in my hand, my head just gets more empty for every tick and tock on the clock. It is like trying to bike without having any legs. Or trying to jack off without having any hands, depending on what mood you're in.

My life feels good again, it does. But there are still things that are fucked up and/or twists my mind. And I don't have the slightest idea how to solve them. How fucked up ain't that? And Christ, why do I keep having the f-word everywhere? This is annoying me, truly.

And as a closure I hope that Elfsborg will beat Djurgården tonight, so that they'll get their gold. But I wouldnät complain if our lousy team (MFF) wins over AIK either, that would be even better. But maybe it wouldnät be an all too good idea to call Jing if AIK gets their asses beaten up by Malmö? Well, that's a later question.


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