Thirteen text messages to my phone this morning. Apparently one message must have been blocking them all, how, I don't know. But I received some news, cute messages from wolf and so on.
Not in a particularily good mood. Yesterdays practice rocked, only I haven't run that much since, well, maybe since trying to make my connection on Arlanda a year or so ago... First longsword practice, then with staff. Good thing. As many weapons as possible are good to learn, after all, you never know if a dropped enemy weapon might become yours at some time. I polished my harness today, I will deal with the hard to get to parts later. No rust here, thanks.
Some "homework" to do. I appreciate our lecturer, just not the fact that I got extra homework.
And of course I don't quite react as expected. It's Unseelie me, after all. I'm sorry, I just can't help my feeling of... wanting to put this to rest. I'm not sure we can be friends anymore. It doesn't feel like there's a point to it. Maybe you were right, back then. Maybe we should've cut it. I didn't quite want it then, and maybe I don't now either, but it just doesn't feel... fine anymore. What are we getting out of this? Isn't it just nothing? So sorry if I am hurting you, but it all hurts anyway.
And you don't even read this.
Imogen Heap said it againg. Though I think "Speeding Cars" would have been more appropriate:
Why d'ya have to be so cute?
It's impossible to ignore you
Must you make me laugh so much
It's bad enough we get along so well
Say goodnight and go,
Why's it always always
Goodnight and go
Darling not again
Goodnight and go
Monday, 30 October 2006
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