February 24th, 2003

perky, amused, artsy, demonic, bouncy

Chocolate Covered Strawberries and Pastel Dust

Tonight I became quite hell-bent on doing what I wanted to do, all the while hoping somewhere in the back of my mind that I would not get reamed for it later on ... but who the hell cares right now anyway? I had chocolate covered strawberries and I was ripping drawings into pieces and resassembling them; ink and pastel coated the cardboard I had cut off from the back of my drawing pad. My hands remain a blackish blue all over, and orange stripes decorate the thighs of my jeans.

When I left Kirkland, I found that the snow had continued heavily since I had first arrived earlier in the evening, and where once was pavement, there was now an inch and a half of glittery white. My shoes, which had been fine to wear when there was no snow, suddenly became just a little bit less comfortable. Yet I was grinning from ear to ear as the cold seeped into my socks and permeated my hair; I stared up into the sky and remembered that I've always loved watching weather, even in its most brutal forms. When I was little, I was always on weather's side, never on the people's. I vaguely remember really, really hoping for Hurricane Andrew to hit land. Ah ... it's beautiful outside. I love untouched snow.

I bid thee goodnight.