"The things that I want" by Knudi:
I want the exams to be over, to be finished with my education and live happily ever after with a steady job, wife, house, mortgage, dog and 2,4 kids.
The war with the Ghost is far from over. I have lost a few battles, battles which could be key battles for a final victory, but many battles have been won. The United Army of Knudi is marching steadily towards victory. Some battles have lasted for only a few days, while others lasted for days, weeks even. My generals have shown their skills and my soldiers have proven their value. I haven't even needed mercenaries.
However, the soldiers are growing tired. I believe their morale is low at the moment, but I have faith in them. With the ringing voices from the generals in their ears they will fight on. They will fight until fatigue strikes them and then they will fight some more. They have a long way ahead of them, but I believe D-Day is getting closer. The soldiers have set out in their landing crafts and are ready to battle once more. The strategy might have flaws, but the intelligence and my generals' ability to improvise are high. D-Day is here, and we will give it all. Should we loose many men on D-Day I can just hope for reinforcements and rest during the summer. Maybe the morale of my troops will rise.
I believe we might even get some help from above. St. Demetrius is watching over us, I think.
May God have mercy on our souls.
Arsenal lost 1-4 to Chelsea. Third place is out of sight and Diaby proved once again that he is useless. Why is that "man" playing on one of the best teams in the world?
Today I was rather active. I played football for 2 hours at what my cousins bf calls "Lanen" in Norwegian, a derivation of "The Lane". It's a small patch of astroturf he and his mates have played on for a long time. There were only six of us, so it ended up with a 3-a-side. Tomorrow my thighs will most likely be stiff as a board. I also ended up with soars under both my feet and my ankle, the kind of soars that comes from walking or running far in shoes that aren't the best. I will never use shoes with only six studs on astroturf again. It hurts like hell. Complaining aside(I played sport for fuck's sake, I'm entitled to it!) it was a good work out. I made some good saves as a goalkeeper(saving two penalties) and even scored a few goals(one header), although I probably missed more chances than I took. That kinda sucks. It was a good workout though, and I deserved the pizza and coke I consumed afterwards.
Right now it doesn't matter. Tuesday is yet another battle, another step on the road that hopefully ends this long war I've been fighting for now 16 years. I say like Marcus Antonius in Shakespear's play "Julius Caesar" Act 3 Scene 1:
Shall in these confines with a monarch's voice
Cry "Havoc!" and let slip the dogs of war,
That this foul deed shall smell above the earth
With carrion men, groaning for burial.
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