read
write
members
about
account

 

datedatememberrandomsearch

09/01 Direct Link
The first! A new month rises.

I'm back in Stockholm since just a few hours ago, it feels like. I came in late, went to sleep late, but I'm still up early because such is the way - work doesn't wait. I'll be catching the next train out of here and coming back tonight, and I'm actually a little excited. It's been a while. Vacation's never long enough, but it's not that bad to be back either. Not that bad with things going on. Catching up on both pastimes and ambitions; both good and bad.

It's a new month today.
09/02 Direct Link
Went to a concert today. Mando Diao. So much ENERGY. I wanted to jump around all over the place but nobody else was jumping all over so I let it be with subtle head bounce. Great music. Great voice. Great melodies. A good crowd too! I can't wait for next concert... going to be something completely different: Bo Kasperson's Orkester. Don't know if it'll be for me or not, but you never know until you go. We'll see. For now I'm feeling free like a bee with a stiff neck but so much energy I won't lift/stretch. Good eve.
09/03 Direct Link
A new day! A few days, they brew great, but today I lay... and wish I would have lain a bit longer, but the morning came and the morning conquers. The sunlight's dim, but somehow light is grim, the light it drives me up not to sit-ups but to sit up and do this **** I wish the music from yesterday's luck was still pumping somewhere near so I could go there and get buff. On energy. I feel depleted. I feel defeated. My eyes feel tired. I'll make a breakfast. Then I'll eat it. And maybe I'll wake up.
09/04 Direct Link
September three! Free your mind! Flee! No wait, it's FOUR! So do more! You be me! I'll be you! And go on tour! I implore you: to see the truth! Chase your visions: there's no excuse! Raise ambitions: there's woe to lose, and woe to lose, but you never win if you never: begin.

So get out there and go! Out and start the show! Go out and plow through everything, like everything is snow! Get out there and shout! Let your feeling out! And climb the mountain loud! Until you reach the cloud! And what's more: it's all a metaphor.
09/05 Direct Link
Oh, the time! It's gone. It's passed! So long, dear time. So long, dear time. So long, dear time. So long, dear time. So long, dear time. So long, dear time. So long, dear time. So long, dear time. So long, dear time. So long, dear time. So long, dear time. So long, dear time. So long, dear time. So long, dear time. So long, dear time. So long, dear time. So long, dear time. So long, dear time. So long, dear time

I refute. Not sure that I wish... time was on a loop. Only, if only good moments flow.
09/06 Direct Link
I went to bed at 2 yesterday, but woke up at 9 all the same. No work. Not yet, at least. No plans, until 12 at least. I was expecting to catch up on lost sleep, but then the phone rang... and maybe that's a good thing. It's not like you can get better morning routines if you get up in good time a couple of days, and then relapse on the third, and keep going another two, and then relapse on the weekend... I don't feel that tired now that I'm up. Time to make the most of today.
09/07 Direct Link
It's the second day in a row I've been woken by the phone, two days out of five work days, in which the other three days are days on which I must get up earlier anyway. It's becoming my alarm clock.

Since I have been trying to get my sleeping patterns in order, and worrying I might not be able to wake up in time this Saturday, when I have an early flight to catch - this almost feels like divine intervention. I'm a bit tired, but if I can get to bed earlier it'll be worth it. I'm wide awake.
09/08 Direct Link
Ugh. Tired. Tired tired tired tired tired tired tired tired tired tired tired tired tired tired tired tired tired tired tired tired tired tired tired tired tired tired tired tired tired tired tired tired tired tired tired tired tired tired tired tired tired tired tired tired tired tired tired tired tired tired tired tired tired tired tired tired tired tired tired tired tired tired tired tired tired tired tired tired tired tired tired tired tired tired tired tired tired tired tired tired tired tired tired tired tired tired tired tired tired tired tired. It gets repetitive, I know. I'm tired
09/09 Direct Link
Another concert! Bo Kaspersson's Orkester this time, and though I wasn't sure I'd like their style, I was surprised. Pleasantly so. Even more so because they started out kind of not-my-style-ish, but got better and better and saved the best for last. At the end the crowd was screaming "we will always live, we will never die!!", and the mood was out of this world.

Overall they were a bunch of talented musicians, with a diversity of styles, and though they went on a bit long and swayed that mood before it was over, it was fantastic.
09/10 Direct Link
Concerts. I wish I could go to more of them!

I most definitely could, too. I could've been at the one that played yesterday as well (the one I reported on played the day before), but I don't think Troye Sivan is my style at all. Pop. Just normal pop. Bland, un-nergetic, un-personal, apologetic, mainstream pop. Maybe I have no idea what I'm talking about. Maybe I've listened to too few tracks with said artist - maybe they play better live, but that's the impression I get. Some styles just aren't for me.

Next week though! It'll be awesome.
09/11 Direct Link
Right. Right. Right. Right. Right. Right. Right. Right. Right. Right. Right. Right. Right. Right. Right. Right. Right. Right. Right. Right. Right. Right. Right. Right. Right. Right. Right. Right. Right. Right. Right. Right. Right. Right. Right. Right. Right. Right. Right. Right. Right. Right. Right. Right. Right. Right. Right. Right. Right. Right. Right. Right. Right. Right. Right. Right. Right. Right. Right. Right. Right. Right. Right. Right. Right. Right. Right. Right. Right. Right. Right. Right. Right. Right. Right. Right. Right. Right. Right. Right. Right. Right. Right. Right. Right. Right. Right. Right. Right. Right. Right. Right. And then you've gone full circle err square.
09/12 Direct Link
I'm just a little bird stumbling in the dark! I thought I found my purpose, on which I should embark. But it's still in my mind: it's not in my heart. I need to place my purpose in the place with which I part. I need to park it firmly, I need to park it right, so that it shines and wakes me up even when it's night. And now I'm being metaphoric. It don't matter if I'm snoring. I really don't want to wake up... in the middle of the night. It's bad surviving, with that much sleep depriving.
09/13 Direct Link
I'm back in Stockholm again... but you know what? It's not that bad. I feel like I've settled in already. I came in dragging a 20KG suitcase, unpacked, checked the plants, caught up on email and social communities, and now here I am again with a new work day waiting tomorrow. Time moves on. Life flows. It's just another day in the life...

I didn't even lose any appetite on the pre-preperations lunch before my leave, though it still is with mounds of melancholy I say goodbye to the North, for the final time this year. Next summer... soon.
09/14 Direct Link
It's one of those days when the words flow! When they just stream out: an endless ramble. Hold to my mouth a candle and it'll BLOW OUT. GO OUT and have fun today! Go out in the sun rays that play on this worlds abundant shade! Go out and play in the waves that are running gray! Go out and walk on roads and wonder where they may lead you! And if you need to: take out a map to see to it that you get where you're going. Get what you're given. But without a map, it's better living.
09/15 Direct Link
o
ooo
oo
öööö
o
ooooo
o
ööö
o
ööööö
ooo
oooo
öö
ooo
oo
ooo
oooooo
ööö
oo
o
o
o
oooo
oo
o
öööö
ooo
oo
öööö
o
ooooo
ööö
o
ööööö
ooo
oooo
öö
ooo
oo
ooo
oooooo
ööö
oo
o
o
o
oooo
oo
öööö
o
ööö
ooo
oo
ööö
oo
oo
ööö
o
öööö
öö
ööö
oooo
oo
o
o
o
o
ööö
ooo
oo
ööö
oo
oo
ööö
o
öööö
öö
ööö
o
o
oooo
oo
o
o
o
o
ööö
ooo
oo
ööö
oo
oo
ööö
o
öööö
öö
ööö
o
o
o
09/16 Direct Link
Alright. It was the sixteenth yesterday. It was a busy day, I didn't have time to write anything. I wrote something about this day the next day. I went to a concert. It was awesome. I have a bowl of cereal in front of me right now that I want to eat, yet I decided I'd write my one hundred words first, and I have no idea what to write about, so I'll just be honest here. I'm just going to say what's on my mind. I'll be totally open with you! I want to eat breakfast now. Good day!
09/17 Direct Link
So I went to a concert yesterday. Backyard Babies. My third this year; fourth one ever.

I was expecting more of this than the previous though, and I got a bit less than I expected. I was... a little disappointed. The show played ten minutes shorter than both the previous, the crowd wasn't as big, the band didn't get them going until late, and the lead singer shouted "Gröna Lund!!" in the middle of verses in a way that broke the magic a bit. Not all songs were that memorable, but grungy, and the energy! :D It was great.
09/18 Direct Link
I was just getting ready to go, when I checked my email and found out that my buddy wrote in sick last night. So, there'll be no going anywhere. I was looking forward to it... the boat trip, the food, the whole dabble... woke up a few hours early in anticipation too, though not all that energetic, so I stayed in bed as long as I could.

For some reason I didn't switch to my better set of clothing right away. Instinct maybe? I wish it could've been a bit clearer! I guess I'd better make use of today anyway...
09/19 Direct Link
Hey! New day! Get out! Go play! Have fun! In sun! In rain! No shame! Regret! Or pain! Just go! Get sun! Get tan! Have fun! Man up! Get out! Go run! Get mad! Take jogs! Do tons! Realize! This life is the best you've ever had. Maybe.

Hey. Day's over. Get in. Get sober. Calm down. Stay seated. All done. Depleted. Day's gone. Deleted. Here's dinner. Now eat it. Now sit. Now rest. You've done trials. Passed tests. Done stuff. Made a mess. This life is one of the best. Maybe.

Hey. Hey hey hey hey hey HEY! Hey.
09/20 Direct Link
Life's a strange thing. A strange thing indeed. A mystery. It takes us in, cares for us, then makes us bleed. It raises us, shows us the way, then throws us out... and what does your nose stake today? Where are young? And do you know when? Do you know why? Why bother... or why don't try? Why see all things in rosy light. Why feel so much before the afterlife. Why not set your sights on something adheringly bright! Why not write? Why not make a pom my old friend? Then, some other time we can cherish once again.
09/21 Direct Link
The steps of my lawn color in bright red crimson, and the ash tide rises.

I think to myself: why carry on? When the sword is heavy on my back, and the burden falls. I wonder: who calls out to me from the tower? I see to myself. Resemblance. I think of nights long gone. I look back at my clock that stopped, and the time that's timeless, and the rivers flow, and who knows if it's better to stop or drop... dead. Drop them like bounty hunters off of your back. Bounty hunters with a bounty.

The Hateful Eight.
09/22 Direct Link
Just go bananas bananas bananas bananas bananas bananas bananas bananas bananas bananas bananas bananas bananas bananas bananas bananas bananas bananas bananas bananas bananas bananas bananas bananas bananas bananas bananas bananas bananas bananas bananas bananas bananas bananas bananas bananas bananas bananas bananas bananas bananas bananas bananas bananas bananas bananas bananas bananas bananas bananas bananas bananas bananas bananas bananas bananas bananas bananas bananas bananas bananas bananas bananas bananas bananas bananas bananas bananas bananas bananas bananas bananas bananas bananas bananas bananas bananas bananas bananas bananas bananas bananas bananas bananas bananas bananas bananas bananas bananas bananas bananas bananas bananas bananas bananas bananas yeah! Bananas.
09/23 Direct Link
The days the blow by like a freight train.

I don't know if I'll ever catch up. Just put one foot in front of the other. Keep walking. Slow by slow. Stride by stride. One millimeter at a hundred times one time, and then you get there.

Standing by the rose cliffs. Wondering: is it fall, or will you fall? Is it over, or will you find a four leaf clover and get lucky, and go on, loaf on until tomorrow?

I thought I saw a stalagmite in the night sky. Just a bite. I'm going to a concert... tonight.
09/24 Direct Link
Concert time again; this time Dada Life. It was mad. A raving, crazy, party, and the buddy I went with decided to take it to the front rows - I held out in the back a bit. People shoved and jumped and made mosh pits and went totally bananas, and I guess that's the point with that kind of music, but I'd rather have real music than a mosh pit. Just wasn't really my style.

I did get into the energy though. Headbobbed like wild. Left with a sore neck and a big smile. It was a good concert after all.
09/25 Direct Link
Sometimes I wonder why I write these things. Sometimes when I don't feel like writing. When I'm tired. When I'd rather just take a walk, or do something fun - or not do anything at all! Just lie down and rest. I guess normal people do? I guess normal people take some time off to just sit around, and speak to people, and relax from the trials and tribulations of the modern world, but me I watch a movie instead. I write. I do something I can class productive so that even time spent resting is time spent well. Not really.
09/26 Direct Link
Sounds like a good start!

...but isn't that what every start sounds like? Everything sounds good until you start it. Just like The Departed. It seemed like it'd all work out somehow. Like they might all get away. And he could have, if he didn't come back. But he did, and the other guy did, and then it all went the way it went, didn't it? That's just how it goes sometimes; hoe it ends... not always how you like it to. Not always how you expected it. Not often. Not usually. Not likely.

But at least it started good.
09/27 Direct Link
I woke up early yesterday, and went to bed at a decent time too, so I thought I'd try to keep that habit alive. Ten hours later I get up to the buzz of a fly, half an hour before I leave for work; an hour before lunch (I know, late work), and I feel I could have slept even longer. Guess that change in routine won't be happening anytime soon, huh? Or maybe... not until tonight, at least. It is as they say though: every passing minute leads us closer to change. Change is coming close! Come on, clothes.
09/28 Direct Link
It's another new day! Another new day! A day to rise up; get out and play! It's never too late! It's never too late! Lunch is closing in... it's never too great! It's always a feast! A feast at the least! So get out and play and enjoy your new day! It's never too late! It's never too great! Lunch is closing in...I guess that it's fate?

I stumble down the stairs as I mumble incoherently. The frequency prepared for me. I wonder what I ate. One great plate. One gray sky. I sit and the time flies by.
09/29 Direct Link
One more concert today! Refused, this time, and though I didn't really want to venture all the way to Gröna Lund after an otherwise long and tiresome day (nah, not really), I refused to give up! And it was worth the visit. Though the crowd's thinning the colder it gets, the band didn't let up on their steam! They rocked the show, and seemed happy to be there even without a packed palladium. Err stadium? Whatever, it was a good show. We were a thin but valiantly head-bobbing pack. I had my pants on. Getting colder. Great music.
09/30 Direct Link
So it's the last day of September! Guess I'll post something about it.

What should I write? It's weird, but the more you write, the more you seem to have to write about. The supply is endless. It's when you stop that you get writer's block, just like how when you stop exercising regularly it gets harder to start. Go a week without jogging, and when you get back... it sure is heavy again!

My mind's weighing on me today, but if I just write I'll get somewhere, right? Looks like I made it to the end of the month. ;)