telegraph road - dire straits

Then came the mines - then came the ore
then there was the hard times then there was a war
Telegraph sang a song about the world outside
telegraph road got so deep and so wide
Like a rolling river. . .

I do without much doubt consider "Telegraph Road" as one of the best songs ever made. When the guitars, the bass and the drums reach total unisonity and Mark Knopfler sings the line "telegraph sang a song about the world outside" I can't do anything but smile and enjoy a pure masterpiece, something that together with Money for Nothing and Brothers in Arms has to be considered as the magnum opus of both Knopfler himself, and Dire Straits as a band.

Our new schedule seems to be at least slightly fubar. Every second Tuesday afternoon will be nothing but painful for my poor mind... First Biology, then Chemistry, and then Biology again. I tell you, it's bleedin' silly. I don't even care about it, and then having a whole afternoon with it? Urk.

We've got snow here. And lots of it. Bloody, it's not supposed to be snow by now! Snow my Christmas equals very good, but this time a'year it's only disturbing and a slight safety risk. Not only the risk of slipping and not only humiliating but also potentially hurting yourself with the fall, but also that your walks over the weirdly shaped schoolyard of Katedralskolan might get suddenly interrupted by flying projectiles of compressed, frozen rain.

All for today, I've got English-homework to do, and a promise to myself to actually take my studies seriously from now on. Or at least try. I don't want to end up with a G. I'm sure I will get it in some subject anyway, can't tell which though...

It doesn't matter that the grades in PDP doesn't really count. I want good grades, if not else for my own sake. To actually show to myself that I'm as good as I'm supposed to be (comparing to earlier standards, that is) even if it's a completely despicable subject that I don't care about at all.

A G feels like a failure, simply. I'm not afraid of many things at all in life, but one of the things I am slightly scared of is failure. Personal failure on any level, and to in the end be nothing but a nobody, someone that simply flushed his education down the drain. And it doesn't matter if it's just a crappy Biology test, it still feels like a failure. And it will still make the slight shame burn inside my mind.

As I stated two paragraphxs ago, enough for today.

Cheers!

romeo and juliet - dire straits

A lovestruck Romeo sings the streets a serenade
Laying everybody low with a lovesong that he made
Finds a convenient streetlight, steps out of the shade
Says something like, "You and me babe, how about it?"

"You and me babe, how about it?"

I might have the memory of an empty glass bottle from time to time, but I'm sure that at least a few of you readers have better memory than both me and the above mentioned glass bottle.

However, it's gone a week since I stated the folliwing in my blog:

Love? I'll have you a definition in a week.

Well, I guess it's been quite a week too. Tuesdays and Wednesdays aren't really friends of mine, Tuesdays are the worst ones. Two science-lessons in a row... Hoo-fuckin'-ray. Although I also had my last Drama lesson Tuesday, I got me VG as expected. I also got a very good comment for my CAS-diary, very, very good. And she more or less said that if I'd been there since the start I could have gotten a MVG... now that's cheering one up.

Well, as I said, a week ago I stated that I'd try to have you, my readers, a definition of the most peculiar thing in the human world: love, or as in Irish, [lu:v], which at least I consider more a charming word than the usual Anglo-Saxon one.

I can only speak from my own experience.

And even though that is a new thing for me it feels just as good. One week, two weeks, what does it matter? It's the fact that I today have someone to love that is the important thing.

Can onre really define love? Can one define feelings at all? It is like getting the question of how to define a colour.
Human bering 1: "Define green!"
Human being 2: "Er... the colour of grass?"
Human being 1: "'tain't no definition, you bastard you!"


Some thing simply aren't adjusted to the vocabulary of human beings. In this case, drawings are probably better, just as well as music. But still, the pictures one paints with letters and words can come to be so much more than the ones made with ink and lead.


Love, for the first it is something that you've got to be slightly lucky to experience. A tango takes two as you're aware of, and so does love. The most tragic, suppressing and above all desperate feeling there is, is the one of unanswered love. To feel attached to a person that doesn't feel the same is like trying to climb a mountain wall drenched in soap.


When one however actually encounters it, it's all different though. First the slightly awakening interest, only to have it escalate. For a while the two gets closer to eachother mentally, and feels together even when they're not even close to each other physically. In the end, there is a fork. Either the way where the two decides to leave it be, and let it pass.


And the other way being the one where two persons looks eachother in their eyes, and rather feels than says that it's for real.


Love is to think about a person every awake hour. Love is to long for someone every minute
of sense in a crazy world. Love is to every second feel your heartbeats and thinking that it actually beats for someone.

Love is a most peculiar thing. To feel and to believe, to care and to trust. To not only think, but know, that you would do anything for that one special person that is blessing you with her love. To, when you feel her head resting on your chest knowing that nothing in this world can be horrible or dangerous enough for you not protecting her against it.

To actually raise your head towards the sky and plead to God that even though you are a sinner and a heretic, even though you are a non-believer, can't He bless the one that you love and holding His protective arm around her.

Love is the sweetest thing on Earth, and the thing that can make even a humble human in a huge world feel like a king.


I know it's corny: I was born that way.

But I at least don't know how to describe a thing like this without being, or getting.

Wonderful evening yesterday. One of the most wonderful ones.


All for me. Tomorrow school, Lund, the world.


Cheers!