44 days.
I hate him so much.
What a cunt.
xx
Sunday, June 28, 2009
Saturday, June 27, 2009
En as i dype skogen
43 days and standing strong, friends.
Let's see if I'm still doing as well by day 50.
xx
Let's see if I'm still doing as well by day 50.
xx
Lost wisdom
I sifted through the papers, aged like torn, brown leaves scattered across autumn's damp, grassy base, and squinted at the smudged, faded letters, attempting to figure out what word they'd once spelled.
An unusually strong gust of wind found its way through the trees from the east and blew my waist-length hair across my face. My vision was completely obscured by the hair, flowing and shining like honey in the pale evening sun that was dappled across the needled forest floor. I knealt, placing the pages beneath my left knee and using both of my hands to tuck the gently waving tresses behind my ears before continuing to search the papers for something, anything. I wasn't sure. A word, not so deteriorated as the rest, caught me eye. "Ëlothrim," I read aloud, in only a hushed whisper. Fear. It was not safe to speak in a raised voice any longer, even here.
I gathered the papers and set them neatly in the leather cover from which they had fallen. I rose to my my standing height - a full 6 foot, 4 inches - and shook my hair over my shoulders. In any direction, one could see naught but trees. The ancient pines stood tightly together, leaving only small spaces through which one could pass and making it nearly impossible for any who did not know the forest Nífyrre well to travel through. The clearing in which I stood was itself only a few metres across and for the most part was ridden with thick, gnarled tree roots.
Another icy blast of wind rolled through the woods, and seemed to push what little light remained far into the southwest. The forest took on a shadowy, blue-green hue and seemed to creak, the moss and needles beneath my leather boots groaning mournfully at the peril that now lay so close to Nífyrre's vast boundaries.
To be continued.
An unusually strong gust of wind found its way through the trees from the east and blew my waist-length hair across my face. My vision was completely obscured by the hair, flowing and shining like honey in the pale evening sun that was dappled across the needled forest floor. I knealt, placing the pages beneath my left knee and using both of my hands to tuck the gently waving tresses behind my ears before continuing to search the papers for something, anything. I wasn't sure. A word, not so deteriorated as the rest, caught me eye. "Ëlothrim," I read aloud, in only a hushed whisper. Fear. It was not safe to speak in a raised voice any longer, even here.
I gathered the papers and set them neatly in the leather cover from which they had fallen. I rose to my my standing height - a full 6 foot, 4 inches - and shook my hair over my shoulders. In any direction, one could see naught but trees. The ancient pines stood tightly together, leaving only small spaces through which one could pass and making it nearly impossible for any who did not know the forest Nífyrre well to travel through. The clearing in which I stood was itself only a few metres across and for the most part was ridden with thick, gnarled tree roots.
Another icy blast of wind rolled through the woods, and seemed to push what little light remained far into the southwest. The forest took on a shadowy, blue-green hue and seemed to creak, the moss and needles beneath my leather boots groaning mournfully at the peril that now lay so close to Nífyrre's vast boundaries.
To be continued.
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
Wodensday
A house; with a door: 1, 2, 3, 4!
Knock knock - ready to play?
What's the day? It's Wodensday!
So I've decided that every Wednesday I will have a Wodensday Warrior of the Week (note: the alliteration was unintended).
This week's Warrior is Hans Fyrste from Ragnarok and Svarttjern.
He's blonde, well-built and not afraid to get messy... a very important trait in men. Did I forget to mention he's Norwegian? That covers it all then, haha.
See you tomorrow, guys!
xx
Knock knock - ready to play?
What's the day? It's Wodensday!
So I've decided that every Wednesday I will have a Wodensday Warrior of the Week (note: the alliteration was unintended).
This week's Warrior is Hans Fyrste from Ragnarok and Svarttjern.
He's blonde, well-built and not afraid to get messy... a very important trait in men. Did I forget to mention he's Norwegian? That covers it all then, haha.See you tomorrow, guys!
xx
Sunday, June 7, 2009
I'm so weak
Yeah, so, it's been a day right? Right.
I'm already talking to Justin again. Right now actually.
And listening to Eminem. Whatever bitch, I do what I wannuh!
Let's fuckkkk.
xx
I'm already talking to Justin again. Right now actually.
And listening to Eminem. Whatever bitch, I do what I wannuh!
Let's fuckkkk.
xx
Saturday, June 6, 2009
Abandonment
Well it's been a while, that's for sure.
So I haven't seen Justin for about a week now and it's been three times as long since I saw him last. The reason being, he dropped out of school. What a fucker.
So I went temporarily insane, what with the fact that I'm now never gonna see my best friend again. But hey, who cares right?
So he promises me we'll hang this weekend. Well the weekend is here and he's vanished out of thin air - knowing him he'll appear online on Monday night with some lovely tale of his internet being cut off or him falling deathly ill and having no way possible of contacting me.
Well I'm through with him. I'm so sick of the pain he causes me.
I can't keep waiting on him; he was never there for me and he never will be.
As well as the Justin situation, I've become a lot closer to Georgie. She's pretty fucking awesome, I've gotta say - I feel like she actually listens, doesn't just wait for her turn to speak. Cool kid (I mean it, too). So she's coming over tomorrow night and we're pretty much gonna watch Metalocalypse and talk about Tajikistan and Norway with dreamy looks on our faces while she refuses to share Stringy (Toki). It's gonna GO OFF!! Haha.
We're both pretty shitty at the moment, no thanks to mid-years and other shit, but I guess the mid-years are a big "owie" factor in both our lives right now. I did my English and music exams yesterday; both, I'm sure, poorly.
On a lighter topic, I've been buying a lot of albums lately; Burzum, Carpathian Forest, Graveland, Myrkgrav and so on... and I'm really satisfied by it. For some reason just knowing that the albums really belong to me, that I earned them, I dunno. It feels right.
I'll start posting more regularly, promise.
xx
So I haven't seen Justin for about a week now and it's been three times as long since I saw him last. The reason being, he dropped out of school. What a fucker.
So I went temporarily insane, what with the fact that I'm now never gonna see my best friend again. But hey, who cares right?
So he promises me we'll hang this weekend. Well the weekend is here and he's vanished out of thin air - knowing him he'll appear online on Monday night with some lovely tale of his internet being cut off or him falling deathly ill and having no way possible of contacting me.
Well I'm through with him. I'm so sick of the pain he causes me.
I can't keep waiting on him; he was never there for me and he never will be.
As well as the Justin situation, I've become a lot closer to Georgie. She's pretty fucking awesome, I've gotta say - I feel like she actually listens, doesn't just wait for her turn to speak. Cool kid (I mean it, too). So she's coming over tomorrow night and we're pretty much gonna watch Metalocalypse and talk about Tajikistan and Norway with dreamy looks on our faces while she refuses to share Stringy (Toki). It's gonna GO OFF!! Haha.
We're both pretty shitty at the moment, no thanks to mid-years and other shit, but I guess the mid-years are a big "owie" factor in both our lives right now. I did my English and music exams yesterday; both, I'm sure, poorly.
On a lighter topic, I've been buying a lot of albums lately; Burzum, Carpathian Forest, Graveland, Myrkgrav and so on... and I'm really satisfied by it. For some reason just knowing that the albums really belong to me, that I earned them, I dunno. It feels right.
I'll start posting more regularly, promise.
xx
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