Can't figure out what it means to be
To breath like a stream be at peace with me
Everyday a dream passes easily
A constant breeze that won't seize to sleep

The Murlocs call, lingual summer whispers
A turbines tall, stings in symbols glistens
The snow on the ground, the sunlight through our wall
Are we who we seek to be, when the light we seldom see

Sinks down through the clear blue sky and up behind the pine
The snow that sparkles through the darkness winter world of mine
It climbs upon the sky come morning, marks the spawn of this new day
The winter wisdom rises yawning, seeks me out endrawn like clay

Tears me in the freedom beating
Seldom found within my soul
White bright havoc fondly fleeting
Filling tremor, riling hole

I see the frisk I seek to flee
I feel sleek inside and reek of me
Strive to linger the streaks to be
Shout my lungs out, healing, free

I'm leaving tomorrow, traveling by car, plane, car, foot up to the Northern Norths of Sweden where the soft snow yet coats the barren ground, the alternative trace of transport being subway, bus, plane, taxi, bus, other bus, foot. Hopefully the first tactic of transportation will be available through two relatively common relative benefactors... I need to get my drivers license. My intensive session of studies this past week has been OK, I've read through all of the books needed to be readed (cept two, which I will be bringing with me on this one week vacation, and for you grammar Nazis yes I realize readed is an imperfect grammatical formation, but it rhymes) and I have completed most of the assignments needed to be met before the days to come yet.

Some stuff, including the big finalizing project for one of my courses, is still left undone, but it can't be helped (it could have been helped, could have skipped the hours I spent playing Need for Speed or watching movies while dismotivation swept upon me at times and maybe finished it in time, but on the other hand working 24/7 is an impossibility even for the most visionary efficiantive in existence), I will get started on it as soon as I get back, which will be the 31st of Marsh, just in time to play one or two April pranks on my websites (I'm assuming people never read these blogs of mine anyway, hehe, those who do, you will be benefited with the absence of terrification when the day comes). Anyhow, other than studies I've recently laid hands on a little NAS box, with RAID support, and two mirrored 1 TB SATA 3,5 HDs, to which I've been transferring about half of my computer material to today, need to get the rest of it sorted out when I get back as well.

The primary purpose of a setup like this is to either share files with multiple users connected via a local or Internetal network, but I'm using it as a personal backup entity. The Ethernet connection, that according to the description seemed to be eternally speedy, didn't turn out to be as fast as I hoped and I've had file transfers running throughout the whole day, and of course many files still remained un-up-backed, haven't even gotten through the first of my two external 500GB drives yet. A few bugs on my websites I would have loved to get fixed before I left, but it seems I won't be able to depart on my vacation as fully content and finished with everything as I had hoped I would be. Still, I'm happy, I got a shitl oad of work done this week, and almost beat the newly bought Need for Speed: Hot Pursuit 2 for my previously unused GC (oldskool like I am), bye bye now! See you in seven and a few days!

I am sitting here at home
Remembering verses that came my way
When I was just a boy
But in my mind they will always stay

Remind me of the times
When then was now and now was so far away
When I could fly
In my dreams the clouds were detailed

I see myself as I was in the past
How I thought I would be and forever last
And I thought I could see the coming time
I thought the world was round like a lime

And I thought it was sour
And a little bit sweet
And that it was all mine
To both pick and eat

I had a choice to take it
To eat it, drink it or make it
Into something difference
It was my path in existence

And time flew away
And night turned to day
And I let that lime rot
Like the time that was shot

So meet my conviction

We hope that we have
Something left to live
When tomorrow comes

Out of the dying blue
Out of decaying green
Out of the fading dream

Still we hide our screams
We howl inside our seems
Longing to be set free

Outside where the world
Could be so beautiful
If we let it live without us

I feel weary, a bit tired, not too dry eyed, I feel fine
Time passes fast and I laugh so hard that I sometimes find
I have a hard time winding back, rewinding, relaxing
But never is it hard to eat my snacks when there are too

Many cold facts in the freezer