Sometimes you can't stand the world and you need to find somewhere you call home. Well, I haven't already found that place but I keep on searching....
Seasons according to the North
IT IS THAT DAY IN MARCH TODAY
ITS SO WARM IT’S LIKE 50 OUTSIDE
ITS OVER 60 HERE AND ITS SUPPOSED TO SNOW TOMORROW WHAT IS THIS
IT’S THE DAY
Never trust March
since I saw Biffy for the 3rd time and since then things have changed a lot.
These past months haven’t been primarily cheerful, various accidents, diseases, me being away from home and knowing nothing about what was happening, finals at university, my English examination…
I’ve recognized a lot of facts about me and my family (I keep on working on that), and I don’t know how, maybe due to post-concert depression or something like that, but those stupidly talented Scots have been and are present each and every one of these 90 days. Sometimes they have made me cry and release some pressure, others they’ve made me dance and jump and go out and run and get some fresh air. Somehow they have redirected my life a bit.
That day I met great people (apart from two guys that I will hate until the end of time as their behaviour was highly disrespectful) and some of them are now friends I still meet at concert queues. But especially one girl whose love for Biffy
(and Muse) along with mine will take us to Ireland this summer (hopefully some other places like Scotland, Czech Republic, Germany and Switzerland). Also that december 10th I cursed their whole crew because it was freezing (I’m a northerner and I really used to low temperatures, but that day was horrible) and some of them were wearing shorts and even they dared to go to see if the river next to the venue was frozen (IT WAS EVEN AT 1PM). (I met Biffy too, they were three of the most kind and patient people I have the pleasure to meet and i could say a lot of things about that moment but i don’t want to bore you)
So, yeah, the 10th of each month is a bit more special since that day.