Hug Me Universe

It's like this;
I love you
okay. And
It's like this;
I feel like
okay. And
It's all coming apart
okay. But
It's all coming together
okay. While
The stars dance and
I know your name I feel
okay. But
You don't have a name,
You have every name,
okay. And
All the names I ever loved,
all the names I'm gonna love,
okay. And
I don't know you yet,
okay. And
I've known you all my life,
okay. And
Let's pretend you're a girl,
okay? Cause
I love you
and that would feel
less gay
okay.

Strindberg och Jag

Natt
en himla massa natt
och så flaskan
som skulle kunna innehålla absinth
fast det gör den inte
om den hade gjort det
kanske Strindberg hade varit här
hos mig.
Fan, Strindberg, jag känner ju inte ens dig
vi levde inte i samma tid eller rum
eller ens i samma land egentligen
och inte har jag läst nåt av dig heller
fast jag såg fröken julie
en gång.
Men ändå,
jag känner mig lite ensam
och vem annars?
Jag menar, han om någon
jag menar, det verkar som om
jag menar, jag vet inte
för jag har aldrig känt Strindberg,
jag menar, att ha en vän
en sådan vän
som Strindberg
det har man inte
Strindberg och jag
vi känner inte varandra
vi har aldrig träffats
och jag har inte läst
det han skrev
ändå
på något vis
Strindberg
och jag.

The Least Creative Hell

"Finally, for the Kaafirs, the situation will be such that for every infidel a coffin will be prepared for them to the length of their height, and then they will be put into this coffin. Then, it will be set on fire and it will be locked with a padlock of fire. It will be then be put inside a larger coffin also made of fire and the gap between will be set on fire. A padlock with chains made of fire will also be put around it. It will then be put into another coffin and then also set on fire"

Can your vision of Hell possibly get any more monotonous?

Attencion!

My parents have decreed that we can stay at my house for New Years as well, and some time after that, should we feel like it. So, if you don't have anything else planned for New Years, deciding to stay a bit longer means profit!

In Other News

Tabloids today hit an all-time low with the following press-stopping news:

"SINGLAR I UPPSALA
Här är singlarna som söker kärleken!"

So now the tabloids are competing with annoying Flash banners. All I can say, is wow.

Status Report

Reporting my Status: It is kind of okay. I'm reading Iceye's new advent story, it is not what I had expected, not by far, but we'll see where it goes - and it intrigues me. I dare not say whether or not I like it yet, we'll see...

As for school, it is murdering me. I don't have the energy to attend all the classes, but I can't afford to miss any useful classes. Problem is I have no way of knowing which ones are useful and which aren't. But - only two weeks remain of the hard stuff now, then I should have a week to sort of wind down before Christmas. If I fail anything, it'll be the calculus exam, which is early. It'd suck if I did, though.

I'm hoping to see most of y'all people sometime during the Christmas holiday, before it's back to the mill of doom. Hopefully I'll have more free days next term, I could come visit y'all peeps - those of you who are not in the military, then, you'll have to warn me when you're free for visitations.

For fun these days, I play Civilization 2 when opportunity presents itself. Occasionally I play Exalted, when I feel like being a dumbshit and missing classes the day after. I did that yesterday, which is why I'm blogging now at 11.35. But, I take pains to only miss algebra, which is so far an easy subject.

To make this blog episode more interesting than just slices of my life, here is a short-short story:

"When I woke up this morning, I heard a loud rumble. It was strange, because it sounded like thunder, but there were no clouds. Looking outside, I saw some people standing around, confused as to what it might have been. I got dressed and went to school, looking around to see if I could spot any falling trees or something. Nothing. On my way there, more strange noises occurred - people looked mildly confused, but nobody reacted to the loud, wailing alarms that started sounding from - again, seemingly nowhere. It got worse and worse, and I could hear screams in a distance, and more loud rumbles - almost like booms, almost like explosions.

It sounded like war. But - why couldn't I see it? Where did all these sounds come from? The alarms kept resounding as the booms and screams died away. Then, as I finally reached my destination, I saw a terrifying sight;
before the school building, people were lying tossed about like dead leaves. It looked like they'd been killed by an explosion - but nothing around them was damaged, not even their clothes.

The alarms kept screaming."