Freitag, Dezember 02, 2005
Another night without sleep. I just came back from writing the essay that is two weeks overdue, and for which I will get 6 marks out of 20 taken off if I hand it in tomorrow. Any later than that and I will get a maximum of 5 out of 20, 5 being the pass grade. I'm not entirely done, but I should be able to finish it in the morning.
This is the latest I have gone to bed here. The last time I was up about as late here, the sun was rising and it felt very much like walking along the fjord in Flekke. This is much more so now that the sun doesn't rise until late anyways. The last time I was up this late in "normal" circumstances must have been the night before the environmental gc, when the sun was actually just rising and it was at the fjord in Flekke.
As I was walking back, listening to "I'm on the Outside" (or is it just "Outside"?) by Staind in a live version, my thoughts wandered back to that peculiar place. How tired I was, how desperate I was to get back to my room, and yet how much I want someone to hug me. Just for a second, to tell me that I am not the only ridiculous person staying up late. But of course there is noone here. Or that I could curl up in my bed and feel cosy. But that is not possible in this room. There is no bed cubicle that I can escape to, no curtains to draw, no mountain of pillows to collapse on. Even though I've set my alarm for late, I am sure I will wake up when my roommate awakes in 90 minutes. And though I would never have minded that in Norway, quite on the contrary, alone the thought of it here makes me want to hug someone even more.
I'll curl myself up now anyways, hugging my miniature teddy-like platypus, and maybe listen to some more Staind while I fall asleep. And imagine I'm behind blue curtains, if only for this night.
Current Music: Staind - I'm on the Outside (live)
This is the latest I have gone to bed here. The last time I was up about as late here, the sun was rising and it felt very much like walking along the fjord in Flekke. This is much more so now that the sun doesn't rise until late anyways. The last time I was up this late in "normal" circumstances must have been the night before the environmental gc, when the sun was actually just rising and it was at the fjord in Flekke.
As I was walking back, listening to "I'm on the Outside" (or is it just "Outside"?) by Staind in a live version, my thoughts wandered back to that peculiar place. How tired I was, how desperate I was to get back to my room, and yet how much I want someone to hug me. Just for a second, to tell me that I am not the only ridiculous person staying up late. But of course there is noone here. Or that I could curl up in my bed and feel cosy. But that is not possible in this room. There is no bed cubicle that I can escape to, no curtains to draw, no mountain of pillows to collapse on. Even though I've set my alarm for late, I am sure I will wake up when my roommate awakes in 90 minutes. And though I would never have minded that in Norway, quite on the contrary, alone the thought of it here makes me want to hug someone even more.
I'll curl myself up now anyways, hugging my miniature teddy-like platypus, and maybe listen to some more Staind while I fall asleep. And imagine I'm behind blue curtains, if only for this night.
Current Music: Staind - I'm on the Outside (live)
# posted by derniko : 07:07
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Know what you are talking about..Longing to past, missing those cubic beds with funny,colourful curtains..need of being embraced by someone you love..and then hugging yourself.. :-/
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