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24 February 2003 @ 12:48 am
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.
Current Mood: goodgood
Current Music: "Otherworld," FFX ... IN MY HEAD!
Diminuendo Arpeggioamir03 on February 24th, 2003 04:55 pm (UTC)
Snow is great. I just drove home through a rather nasty blizzard of sorts. It was quite fun. I could barely see ten feet in front of me, and no one could really tell which lane he was in, because the streets were all white. Yes. Snow kicks ass, except that it's cold.