Today's poem:

When the walls go down and our shield is shattered,
when our minds are blown and our hearts are scattered;
As the leaves that blow in the wind of the fall,
the snow in the northwind cold;
And flowers that breathe to take to the stars
before their petals grow old.

Since Puto is slightly down for the moment, I've turned to other things to regain my love of life. Like skiing... Wonderful.
I, Gur, Liz and Jon went out this afternoon around five. It was quite dark and we had some equipment problems, but despite Liz not being the most talented or skilled of skiers, everything was, in a way, quite good. Although it doesn't stand a chance against alpine skiing, this wasn't bad at all. I think we might do the same thing some other day...as long as the snow remains, that is. They say it might melt away tomorrow again...but after yesterday I doubt it. The serial killers of happiness ain't getting here.

Later this evening we're out to some sledding, and later on some pizza eatin' over at Gur's place. Sledding is always chaos, though, and with nobody except us anywhere, that means nothing but trouble...And also, VERY entertaining. Although it is, as a lot of other things, kind of stupid. I suspect, when I come home this evening I'll be seriously drowned...and stuffed with Calzone.

Right now it's really friggin cold outside, around -10 degrees, but it's been colder. But anyway...
I figured there are lots of people who live in wussy countries like Spain, Brazil or other weirdo places without knowledge of the winter concept. So since the winter's definitely one of the best seasons, I figured I should write some things that are winter.

Nejin's list on winter stuff! YAY!

1: It's dark. Very dark. That means you can sneak up on ANYONE after 4 o'clock, and/or ambush them and pummel them with...

2: Snowballs. Yes, the very essence of winter spirit, or at least partly, is the act of picking up a fair amount of white stuff from the ground and shoving it into someone else's face. Everyone appreciates it! Well, almost everyone, that is. But those who do, usually are nice enough to do the same favor for you.

3: Lots of snacks. Since winter's dark and darkness is depressive to most people, some weirdos decided to make up a bunch of winter-special treats to give to everyone...yum.

4: Skiing. No shit, dude - rushing downhill at 110 k is one of the best adrenaline rushes you'll ever get.

5: Being slightly more than normally emo. Yup, that's it - since winter's such a depressive season for everyone, you don't have to make up excuses to wear excessive amounts of make-up and wear nothing but chains and black, and claim nobody understands you. The others around you won't make fool of you - they know what's going on. Winter depressions...

6: Being sick. Unfortunately winter also seems to be the favorite season for weirdo sicknesses like the flu and stuff...that's kind of stupid.

7: Doing military service. That's kind of stupid - in the winter you're sent a hundred miles north to freeze your ass off in some wilderness to "harden your body and spirit", or something, while shooting at snowflakes with that gun you just learned to handle. Now that's just BAD. UNCYCLOPEDIA BAD.

So there you have it - Winter For Dummies. Could have been better though, but this is too early in the morning to do serious work for me. Ah well.

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But still, I'm quite glad I didn't skip on the saxophonage. No, not just quite glad - really damn sparkingly happy, I am. Be it jazz, rock or blues - a saxophone is a really cool instrument if you can handle it (which I - O RLY! - can. Pretty damn well.), and put that together with a band of three more saxophones, a bass, two keyboards and guitars and some drums, and you're in jazz paradise; but what's almost even better is what you get afterwards. As I said earlier I've got 5 k to walk from the place we're playing, and that's where it happens. 'Cuz you just can't get the feeling out of you - that jazz spirit thing - and thus I walked half a mile on bouncy legs and singing to the songs on my iPod. Luckily the streets were quite deserted, so I could do so without being completely embarrassed to the public. Those are the times when you say things like: "Gone to my happy place, back in five." Unfortunately I don't have all that much jazzy-ish music on my pod, so I was stuck with mostly metal and other things that are (to most people) le strange et mysterieux, but fortunately I discovered a hidden cache (not really.) of Jamie Cullum music while desperately browsing its enormous library for things to listen to. When I found that I was - as I said - gone to my happy place. Although it took a bit more than five minutes to get home...

Now I'm home again, sitting glued to my computer seat after stuffing down some slightly shoppai stuff down my throat for dinner, thinking about all the tests I don't want to have. Chemistry is fine, but I quite honestly don't really like maths, especially not now since my and some other classes read three times as much math as everyone else on the school, so the test is going to take up things we covered in like october. Simply put - that's kind of stupid...

Also, please excuse me if I use words that clearly do not belong in the english dictionary. Most likely they'll be slightly incomprehensible stuff like le Francais or DEUTSCH, but if there's stuff that's not any of those either, they're either just random words that I just made up -  or in worst case, some other weirdo language like Japanese or Swedish. That's another reason I don't like studies in so-called "Modern Languages" - they mess up my vocabulary and make me mix languages to complete random rubbish. If any of you were to speak to me I'd most likely start speaking Oxford - and then work my way through all the accents of anglais and end up somewhere in Ennis Del Mar-style texas american. To cite some Green Day -
Sometimes I give myself the creeps - sometimes my mind plays tricks on me...
Oh that's common too - just starting to sing out of the blue. Man, this shit is pretty stupid...

To finish things off multilingually:
Ich bin un petit but still tottemou kawaii, lagom tjock bloggare. Peace out, foo.

Whatever. Here's a little list of some random stuff that's happened lately...

Yesterday I realized I haven't cleaned up in my room for like 3 weeks. That's kind of gross...but I'm too lazy to do anything about it.

Also yesterday, I overslept and missed my french lesson. That kind of sucked, but then again, I got one hell of a long morning...since I didn't have any other lessons 'til 13:10. So it wasn't too bad...plus, french is le suck.

Today there were national essay tests. Of course, my school's a weirdo school since we have 3 terms and not just 2 like normal people (although that's kind of good), so it wasn't really a national test. But whatever.

Yesterday I wrote another emo poem and posted it on Puto. Yes, that's what I do when I'm down - write emo poems. And post them on Puto. So...there you have it. I'm an emo poet. Happy?

Yesterday I had no lunch. That kind of sucks.

Yesterday I spent ten minutes meditating on the fact that Puto is NOT my life. Or backyard.

Regardless of this completely random meditation streak, I yesterday spent more than 50% of the time I was awake logged in on Puto. I guess I need to work a bit on my self-discipline.

Yesterday (DOES IT EVER END!?) my dad went to a meeting with some of my teachers. And since I'm such a smart ass, I ended up in the kitchen, preparing some sort of dessert, while my dad showered me with compliments from them. THE EMBARRASSMENT!!!

Two seconds ago I looked out of the window and saw it was awfully dark outside. But then again it's bloody winter, so that's just to be expected...

This morning when I ran to catch my train to school, I slipped on the road. Yes. I SLIPPED. ON THE DAMN ROAD. It was covered with ice, as it appeared, but how the damn hell was I to know that? I ought to sue the bastard. So road covered in ice kind of sucks.

Today I finished my first math problem since christmas. On paper. No, it's not that I'm no good at maths - truth be told I've always been really good at it - it's just that it's so freaking boring so you can't bother doing shit. And...that kind of sucks. (Voila, cliché!)

Right now I realized I've run out of things to write about. And I've got about an hour before I have to take my lazy ass and my overweight saxophone on my back and WALK half a mile (Note to all you idiots reading this: 5 KILOMETERS. Not that kind of stupid american wussy-mile. That's a no-no.). So that kind of sucks. So does everything else, if you just think about it for a while, but let's not - that'd be a spoiler.

Ten seconds ago my speakers decided to start spewing out some weird, irish folk music. I think I need to murder someone - how the hell did that happen? And irish folk music...REALLY sucks. Mostly.

Now I've REALLY run out of things to write about. More extreme sarcasm is expected to come soon, though.

Oh yeah...as a side note, I can tell you that the irish folk song is over now. Don't panic.

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