Swift as the coursing river
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ladyshadowphyre
You represent... apathy.
You don't really show any emotion. You can be
considered cruel and cold, but you just don't
really care about anything. This is just the
way you are... you're quite a challenge to get
close to, and others may perceive you as
boring.
What feeling do you represent?
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The Daily Struggle
A story about faith, strength and overcoming obstacles.
After a long night of tossing in bed, trying to find a comfortable position to sleep in and ignoring the birds singing outside my room, some eighties music filled my room, signaling that it was time to get up.
After my usual "I don't wanna" and 10 minute nap - that resulted in me using the songs that were sounding and making my dream a musical - I began my morning ritual. First I asked myself "why me? why am I forced to wake up at this ungodly hour?", then I pushed the covers away and quickly decided that it was too cold and that I wasn't going to get up just yet. "One more song," I said to myself. “Then I'll get up.”
However, the radio station decided to play a fast one on me and instead of music I found myself hearing an infomercial. Tired of the words: "Si quiere aprender inglés venga a Passport academy, were real English is taught." I blindly took the stereo control and started the search for a station that actually had music at nine in the morning. My search was futile and finally gave up.
I gathered all my strength and pushed the covers away and in a swift motion got up from bed. I didn't look back because I knew that if I did I would have surely succumbed to temptation. Cursing fluently in three languages, I managed to arrive to the bathroom, took my clothes off and got in the shower.
After washing my hair I looked at the watch and realized I was late. I ignore d it and started to apply conditioner. I'm always late. Six minutes later, I emerged from the bathroom, put a robe on, wrapped my wet hair in a towel and brushed my teeth.
My eyes were still getting closed every time they could and I was still considering the option of going back to bed. But no! I'm a strong person and I was determined to be victorious in my quest to get to my 10 am class.
Finally, I got dressed, brushed my hair, put my things in the backpack and ran downstairs, screaming that I was late. It was then 10 am.
Fifteen minutes of racing through the streets later, I found myself walking through the corridors of my university, trying to get to the classroom.
From the distance I noticed that the door to my classroom was open and for a single moment of triumph I thought that I had made it. However, when I got closer I realized it was all an illusion. The classroom was empty.
It took a few moments for my sleepy brain to register that today was that Wednesday. The Wednesday I've been celebrating and waiting for weeks, the day I didn't have my 10 am class, they day I could sleep late.
Defeated but with new hopes, I found my way home and to the bed that had been telling me to stay all along.
Lyric dare :
This is a new game I'm going to include on my LJ sometimes.
The title of this post was taken from a song lyric. I'll give you the fragment and if you guess the song you win!
What do you want to win? Respect,, a point, virtual chocolate? I'm open to suggestions.
Anyway, here is the fragment:
"Be a man
We must be swift as the coursing river
Be a man
With all the force of a great typhoon
Be a man
With all the strength of a raging fire
Mysterious as the dark side of the moon"
Good luck!
ladyshadowphyreYou represent... apathy.
You don't really show any emotion. You can be
considered cruel and cold, but you just don't
really care about anything. This is just the
way you are... you're quite a challenge to get
close to, and others may perceive you as
boring.
What feeling do you represent?
brought to you by Quizilla
* * *
The Daily Struggle
A story about faith, strength and overcoming obstacles.
After a long night of tossing in bed, trying to find a comfortable position to sleep in and ignoring the birds singing outside my room, some eighties music filled my room, signaling that it was time to get up.
After my usual "I don't wanna" and 10 minute nap - that resulted in me using the songs that were sounding and making my dream a musical - I began my morning ritual. First I asked myself "why me? why am I forced to wake up at this ungodly hour?", then I pushed the covers away and quickly decided that it was too cold and that I wasn't going to get up just yet. "One more song," I said to myself. “Then I'll get up.”
However, the radio station decided to play a fast one on me and instead of music I found myself hearing an infomercial. Tired of the words: "Si quiere aprender inglés venga a Passport academy, were real English is taught." I blindly took the stereo control and started the search for a station that actually had music at nine in the morning. My search was futile and finally gave up.
I gathered all my strength and pushed the covers away and in a swift motion got up from bed. I didn't look back because I knew that if I did I would have surely succumbed to temptation. Cursing fluently in three languages, I managed to arrive to the bathroom, took my clothes off and got in the shower.
After washing my hair I looked at the watch and realized I was late. I ignore d it and started to apply conditioner. I'm always late. Six minutes later, I emerged from the bathroom, put a robe on, wrapped my wet hair in a towel and brushed my teeth.
My eyes were still getting closed every time they could and I was still considering the option of going back to bed. But no! I'm a strong person and I was determined to be victorious in my quest to get to my 10 am class.
Finally, I got dressed, brushed my hair, put my things in the backpack and ran downstairs, screaming that I was late. It was then 10 am.
Fifteen minutes of racing through the streets later, I found myself walking through the corridors of my university, trying to get to the classroom.
From the distance I noticed that the door to my classroom was open and for a single moment of triumph I thought that I had made it. However, when I got closer I realized it was all an illusion. The classroom was empty.
It took a few moments for my sleepy brain to register that today was that Wednesday. The Wednesday I've been celebrating and waiting for weeks, the day I didn't have my 10 am class, they day I could sleep late.
Defeated but with new hopes, I found my way home and to the bed that had been telling me to stay all along.
* * *
Lyric dare :
This is a new game I'm going to include on my LJ sometimes.
The title of this post was taken from a song lyric. I'll give you the fragment and if you guess the song you win!
What do you want to win? Respect,, a point, virtual chocolate? I'm open to suggestions.
Anyway, here is the fragment:
"Be a man
We must be swift as the coursing river
Be a man
With all the force of a great typhoon
Be a man
With all the strength of a raging fire
Mysterious as the dark side of the moon"
Good luck!
