I was drinking you goodbye..
Ode to Stirling:
O, Stirling,you are Grey.
No seriously...
Your greyness steals into my heart
Like little tendrils of fog
Dammit, why must you be so cold?
You are freezing
My heart.
hahahahahahaha..wasn't that beautiful? Good thing I'm not taking any poetry courses this semester...
So yeah..I had fun in Norway. Too much fun actually. So i cried just like a little girl on Thursday night (I was drunk, yes, but the sadness was real!). Spent the next day feeling drunk, a surprisingly effective way of numbing my fear of flying as it turns out! My mp3 player is broken (Damn you, Zen Creative!!)..so I had nothing but my thoughts, The Guardian and Private Eye to amuse me on the long journey home. Since getting home I have been drinking, watching films and listening to very loud music in order to block out my thoughts. I've been having some terribly complicated ones lately.. i really, really don't understand whats wrong with my head. Therefore I am going to see a counsellor this week. Maybe they can fix me :)But probably not.
I'm reading Madame Bovary at the moment, after that I'll be taking on The Scarlet Letter and The Mill on The Floss (with Hard Boiled Wonderland and the End of the World inbetween :). I bought an old copy of the Penguin Classics Anthology of Japanese Literature in Oxfam today. There are some really beautiful poems in it.
'If from the beginning
You had not made me trust you,
Speaking of long, long years,
Should I have known now
Such sorrow as this?'
*sigh*
Ah well, that's enough for now.
Nos Da.
O, Stirling,you are Grey.
No seriously...
Your greyness steals into my heart
Like little tendrils of fog
Dammit, why must you be so cold?
You are freezing
My heart.
hahahahahahaha..wasn't that beautiful? Good thing I'm not taking any poetry courses this semester...
So yeah..I had fun in Norway. Too much fun actually. So i cried just like a little girl on Thursday night (I was drunk, yes, but the sadness was real!). Spent the next day feeling drunk, a surprisingly effective way of numbing my fear of flying as it turns out! My mp3 player is broken (Damn you, Zen Creative!!)..so I had nothing but my thoughts, The Guardian and Private Eye to amuse me on the long journey home. Since getting home I have been drinking, watching films and listening to very loud music in order to block out my thoughts. I've been having some terribly complicated ones lately.. i really, really don't understand whats wrong with my head. Therefore I am going to see a counsellor this week. Maybe they can fix me :)But probably not.
I'm reading Madame Bovary at the moment, after that I'll be taking on The Scarlet Letter and The Mill on The Floss (with Hard Boiled Wonderland and the End of the World inbetween :). I bought an old copy of the Penguin Classics Anthology of Japanese Literature in Oxfam today. There are some really beautiful poems in it.
'If from the beginning
You had not made me trust you,
Speaking of long, long years,
Should I have known now
Such sorrow as this?'
*sigh*
Ah well, that's enough for now.
Nos Da.