time

Time is the worst concept that exsists on the so called lovely place Earth. I remember that my phisics teacher at our second class asked the class: "What is time." The best answer (personal oppinion) was that 'time is something that the clock measures.' and there for 'clock is something that measures time.' So, basicly, time is something that is hadr to define. I guess I, or any one els for that matter, could figure out a better definition. But I am not up to that. I am not even going to look up on google to see what internet has to say about it. (You could say that I am too lazy to do that, but at the same time, - no Im not, like cmon How lazy does one have to be to not look something that simple on the internet.)
So in three days I will be on my way to ecuador. Neat. To tell ya the truth, VERY neet. Can't wait. Im pretty excited! :) Wouldn't you be?
Three days at one point seems like a century but at the same time it will go by faster then the blink of an eye. I still have quite a lot to do. School stuff. Packing. Cleening up my room (while the process is in the middle it is really hard to even enter the room.. a mess! :D). And still gotta do some shopping. And tomorrow I am hanging out with my firnds. That means that for the first thinks listed I have the rest of today and thursday. The last day. I have to be at the airport at 4am friday morning. This might be the last post before leaving. Or maybe I will find a sec to say goodbye.
ps. I might have not mentioned this before, but we (students) are not to bring any technology except for cameras. (meaning no cell phones, no i-pods.... n all that jazzz) :D

k gotta go, lots to do, lots to do, n... yeah.. lots to do!



Man aptrūkās ko sacīt. Arkārtīgi gribējās klāt dzejoli un/vai dziesmu, bet dzejoli par laiku tgd neuzrakstīšu, savkārt es neatceros kā sauc to dziesmu kur bija pieminēts laiks.. eh. tad nu šodien jāpaliel kailiem! :D
un varbūt tomēr.. es kaut ko atradīšu.. ta redzes...

Grrrrr.......mmmm.....bauda! atradu kolosālu dzejoli! vnk SUPER 1000000 pakapē!!!

Who will give me the direct order to rock the fuck out?

You have been given a direct order to rock the fuck out.
Rock out like you were just given the last rock ‘n’ roll record on earth
And the minutes are counting down to flames.
Rock out like you just won both showcase showdowns.
Rock out like the streets are empty
Except for you, your bicycle and your headphones.
Rock out like your lips were just placed on a breakdancing muse
With legs that go all the way up.
Rock out like publisher’s clearing house is ringing your front door.
Rock out like you’ll never have to open up a textbook again.
Rock out like you get paid to disturb the peace.
Rock out like music is all that you got.
Rock out like you’re standing on a rooftop
And the city’s as loud and glowing as a river flowing below you.
Rock out like the plane is going down and there are 120 people on board
And 121 parachutes.
Rock out like the streets and the books are all on fire
And the flames can only be extinguished by doing the electric slide.
Rock out like it’s Saturday afternoon and Monday was a national holiday.
Rock out like somebody’s got a barrel pointed to your temple, saying,
“Rock out like your life depended on it, fool, because it does.”
Rock out like your eyes are fading but you’ve still got your ears
But you don’t know for how long so
Rock out like five o’clock time meant pop and lock time.
Rock out like you got pants full of tokens and nothing to do but everything.
Rock out like you are the international ski-ball champion of the entire universe.
Rock out like you just escaped an evil orphanage to join a Russian circus.
Rock out like your hero has fallen and you’re spinning your limbs
Until they burst into a flaming pyre of remembrance.
Rock out like you were enslaved in the South
And dancing is all that you have to know who you are.
Rock out like your dead grandfather just came back
To take a drive with you in your brand new car.
Rock out like the table was full, like the neighbors are away,
Like the walls won’t fall but dammit you’re gonna die trying to make them.
Rock out like the stereo’s volume knob only has a figure-eight of infinity on it
Instead of merely numbers.
Rock out like it’s raining outside and you got a girl to run through it with.
Rock out like you were playing football in the mud
And your washing machine ain’t broken.
Rock out like you threw your window open on your honeymoon
Because you want the whole world to know what love is.
Rock out like you just got a book published.
Rock out like you returned to your high school reunion and found everyone
—even the women—
Are all ugly and balding except for the former-Prom Queen,
Who has just been divorced by her impotent husband and who only has eyes for—
YOU.
Rock out like a shadow of a man passes behind you, drops you to your knees,
You’re buckling in a cold sweat, metal’s pushed to your forehead,
The trigger is pulled, and the gun jams.
Rock out like you got an empty appointment book and a full tank of gas.
Rock out like Jimmi has returned carrying brand new set of guitar strings.
Rock out like the mangos are in season,
Like the record player won’t skip,
Like this was the last weekend,
Like these were the last words,
Like you don’t ever want to forget
how.

--Anis Mojgani