A Dream...

In visions of the dark night
I have dreamed of joy departed
But a waking dream of life and light
Hath left me broken-hearted.
Ah! what is not a dream by day
To him whose eyes are cast
On things around him with a ray
Turned back upon the past?
That holy dream - that holy dream,
While all the world were chiding,
Hath cheered me as a lovely beam
A lonely spirit guiding.

What though that light, thro' storm and night,

So trembled from afar

What could there be more purely bright

In Truth's day-star? 

                                                                                                                     Edgar Allan Poe ♥

 

Exams- A Student's Worst Nightmare ( ok, this is a lame title)

They always go on AND on about how life itself, is an exam. Well, that's bullshit. God has better things to do than test me every efin' second now, wrong? And we should be given some time to just enjoy breathing and to leave eveything else aside. You know what, I'm suffering right now. Literally suffering! And who is responsible for this? Biology. Yeah, biology! If it weren't for biology -and exams- I would be doing something enjoyable instead of trying to make sense out of 3 Units in that intimidating thick book "professor" enjoys to assign us on. Ughh, I guess I have to get back to work.. Or else, I'm going to flunk biology!

My First Blog Ever!

Like I mentioned in the title, I'm totally clueless about what to say. This is my first time and I'm not quite sure: should I tell everything about me or.. Or what, really? A blog is supposed to be like a diary, only an online one. And even if somebody bothers to read it, they will be complete strangers. They won't know me so I won't be giving them the ability of humiliating me. That's cool and sort of relieving.

So, to start with, I'm Blossom Anjenette Ciar. My name is totally weird and when I was younger, I used to hate my mum for it. But not my dad. I never knew why. I still can't get on well with my mum, she's such a ... ahem, stubborn person and cares too much about responsibilities and crap. Dad has nothing to do with her actually, so I'll never understand why they got married in the first place. There are a lot of things that I don't understand, to be honest. But really, do we need to know, like, everything? I doubt it. FBI should know everything, not me. Ok, as usual, I've started to babble out stupid things. Whatevs. I'll see you later guys, whoever you are ;)