Ah, autumn

There is two more days left of september. I am glad, cause then the deadlines and stress before is now done, yet I am sad since september went so fast and autumn is my favourite season. With all the colours the chilled autumn air, falling leaves to cover the forrestgrounds below^^ Not to mention I am an autunm child^^ two weeks and I'm of age. Though I doubt it would cause any drastic change except I may be able to move out without parental help.

Well then since fall has come, I've begun to prepare for my exams and the fact that IB is turning to an end and I wish for the best result I can achieve. In such thoughts it hit me that my results may be better if I took art HL instead of SL, since I've already worked as an HL student just not had HL arts I figured why not do the best of it, however this leads to an opening for switching down physics, or at least register for the exams as SL not HL....
Autumn is inspireing^^

Art for art's sake is a philosophy for the well-fed - Frank Lloyd Wright

My hair

Well I asked what you my friends would like me to do with my hair. now the vote is done and counted. It seems I now have to consider what to do with such matters. Most voted for the style i had a couple of years back and colour it brown. Well now it seems i just have to wait for the money and it might happen^^

Colour it black! 3 people voted(18%)
Chop it all off! Mohahaha! not suprisingly 1 voted(yes i know who)
Cut it in layers like a cake and colour it dark brown for the frosting 7(43%) voted and it will happen just give me time^^

Could possably be something fanc like pink or green...GREEN^^ 1voted
Or the booring one: just leave it be... 4(25%) voted. Glad I can do something now :P

Votes: 16
Thanks for the votes people^^

Guardians

"You've recieved a wonderful idea as an
answer to your prayers. This idea is real and
thrustworthy. You can safely move farward with it,
knowing that we are with you every step of the way.
Ask for and be open to recieving our support for
anything you need related to this idea."

There’s this Norse legend that says a viking
hero was born from a star…

Then is there even a thought as too why we can resist the cold unfriendly north when we were born amongst the blastering heat of those million beauties of beings? They guard us with their smooth tutch. Their warm embrase and soft kiss, which grants us dreams.

I used to swim to that wreck… back when I still had good lungs. Ledgend speack not of the mother of heroes from which the tall came.

My way home

As a boomshell the station and it's suroundings were with the thikened fogg, when my train arrived at the station. Behind me drunken youths my own age stumbled out on to the bench. I tried to make my way to the stairs unnoticed but weren't as lucky as those who vanished at the top. They said "Hey isn't that the girl? The one we..In eight or was it ninth?" They raised their voices to call for me, I pretended not to hear. As i walked on I could hear that they too got a move on and were quickening their paste. None of them bothered to run after me, and yealled after me but couldn't be bothered to fetch me. Something got trown my way. I kept walking

I realised one of the drunken class mates of old were behind me and wouldn't stop till he were at my side. So i stopped. Baffeled by my sudden stop he walked into me, looked up and nothing came from his mouth. I looked into his eyes, nodded and kept a steady paste home to my front door.

Inside I made tea and some food. With a full stomach and a cup of tea in my hand; I sank to my knes and sighed with relief.

Walking

Walking, strolling along the avenue
Stilluettes in the dark that surrounds
Close to heart a friend of yours
To keep warm and on your feet to night
Bags are barely clinging to those few
Shoulders hurting by the weight
Mind will rid that pain away
Nothing can obid this phase
Walking, strolling alongside friends
Home from a friend's and friends again
Lamps are lively as the ghost yours

Masnarvi Ma'narvi

I died as inanimate matter and arose a plant,
I died as a plant and rose as an animal,
I died as an animal and arose a man.
Why then should I fear to become less by dying?
I shall die once again as a man
To rise an angel perfect from head to foot!
Again when I suffer dissolution as an angel
I shall become what passes the conception of man!
Let me then become non-existent, for non-existence
Sing to me in organ tunes,"To once we came shall we return"

^^

They say trust work both ways, but have you ever found it that those you give your trust too seem to doubt yours? A true friend knows what to believe and not too act on false rumers to save their own ass, but it seems even with the truth in their mind they seem unable to know how to act. Guess the only advise to give is this: trust but your selves and know that if you need it you have friends but only for so long.

Music washes from the soal the dust of everyday life, so write the music that befits you^^