yay-ness and weirdness
lil is coming home with me for break!! *happy dance* we can do all sorts of fun stuff, and i can finally explain the new england mentality...;) it will be cool. aside from this event, i think most of my friends have cracked under the strain of school....i just had a conversation about drinking detergent and flour...as i said, everyone has gone mad. last night was fun though- i went with marco and maeve to get ice cream in the rain at ten thirty at night, and then we hung out in the new student's center, which is very nice by the way, and then we did work *cough cough* and listened to some random guy play piano. it was so fun....if only i had actually gotten my paper done instead of writing 'i hate titus andronicus' backwards for an hour. i really really hate this assignment....oh well. o, i had something to post too....tell me if this is really sad, or just really odd......
"I hate the cold. But there's something about it that just makes it so irresistible, some minute detail that makes the numbing chill as inviting as a warm embrace. The cold that seeps into your bones and makes every inch of you numb until you can't feel anything but the snow flakes that fall gently to kiss your cheeks and melt in your hair until that too freezes. No one else goes out in the cold, into the ice and the chill that makes the world so achingly clear that you fear the line of shadow between the moonlight and the dark of the trees will cut you if you come too near. The shadows that make the sidewalk appear as dirty, shattered panes of glass that crunch as you step on the slick of ice patches. The sky is so clear you fear the stars must be the only thing between you and eternity because there’s no visible boundary, no air, no clouds, just space. No one else will walk with you in the cold, but they stay inside, their warm little cocoons emitting a soft glow through frosted windows that looks like the light of a thousand paper lanterns, or flickering candles on a Christmas tree alone in the dark. The lights warm you even as your mind becomes as numb as your body and you can only feel the peace the cold offers as you see things with such clarity that is never given in the daylight. The lights glimmer like the portals of a cruise ship as seen from a dark beach, but instead of the light carnival music filtering through the breeze, the only sound is the scraping claws of branches, straining to cast shadow puppets on the ground surrounding your shadow. The leaves whisper as they die and dance in cutting patterns around your cold feet, and sting your cheeks with their icy edges driven by the bitter wind that seeks to envelop you in its chilled embrace. Everything is so clear in the cold- the chill of ice slows the world until everything stops and you are all alone with your thoughts and the snapping of frozen trees as they break into shards. Nothing will disturb you, no one will seek you; everything in nature's gentle world has become harsh and desolate and lost in a land of ink and pearl. Snow reflects moonlight with a glassy sheen that glows faintly at night, not the rainbow grains and crystals as they appear in the light of the dream world of day. Everything is crisp and fresh and the only thing soft about the world is the gentle wisp of breath that escapes your lips as you try not to breathe in the ice that takes its place, numbing you from inside as well as out. The world is so clear in the bitter chill of winter. I hate the cold."
strange, huh? tell me what you think.... alright, hasta luego, now i have to go study for my spanish quiz.....horray. *please tell me you caught the sarcasm in that last hurrah* ;)
"I hate the cold. But there's something about it that just makes it so irresistible, some minute detail that makes the numbing chill as inviting as a warm embrace. The cold that seeps into your bones and makes every inch of you numb until you can't feel anything but the snow flakes that fall gently to kiss your cheeks and melt in your hair until that too freezes. No one else goes out in the cold, into the ice and the chill that makes the world so achingly clear that you fear the line of shadow between the moonlight and the dark of the trees will cut you if you come too near. The shadows that make the sidewalk appear as dirty, shattered panes of glass that crunch as you step on the slick of ice patches. The sky is so clear you fear the stars must be the only thing between you and eternity because there’s no visible boundary, no air, no clouds, just space. No one else will walk with you in the cold, but they stay inside, their warm little cocoons emitting a soft glow through frosted windows that looks like the light of a thousand paper lanterns, or flickering candles on a Christmas tree alone in the dark. The lights warm you even as your mind becomes as numb as your body and you can only feel the peace the cold offers as you see things with such clarity that is never given in the daylight. The lights glimmer like the portals of a cruise ship as seen from a dark beach, but instead of the light carnival music filtering through the breeze, the only sound is the scraping claws of branches, straining to cast shadow puppets on the ground surrounding your shadow. The leaves whisper as they die and dance in cutting patterns around your cold feet, and sting your cheeks with their icy edges driven by the bitter wind that seeks to envelop you in its chilled embrace. Everything is so clear in the cold- the chill of ice slows the world until everything stops and you are all alone with your thoughts and the snapping of frozen trees as they break into shards. Nothing will disturb you, no one will seek you; everything in nature's gentle world has become harsh and desolate and lost in a land of ink and pearl. Snow reflects moonlight with a glassy sheen that glows faintly at night, not the rainbow grains and crystals as they appear in the light of the dream world of day. Everything is crisp and fresh and the only thing soft about the world is the gentle wisp of breath that escapes your lips as you try not to breathe in the ice that takes its place, numbing you from inside as well as out. The world is so clear in the bitter chill of winter. I hate the cold."
strange, huh? tell me what you think.... alright, hasta luego, now i have to go study for my spanish quiz.....horray. *please tell me you caught the sarcasm in that last hurrah* ;)