snow faeries and letters they bring
First snow. To beautiful to describe, at least not with my current English vocabulary (and possibly Russian too). A thousand diamond shards are falling from the darkness above in a solemn silence, and bare brittle hands of the trees and bushes are reaching to be covered with thin milky white shroud. The wedding night of the snow and darkness. Numerous white fairies dancing slow waltz between the dark of the sky and the dark of the earth. The air seems so transparent and razor clear that i's like there's really nothing there but the indifferent vacuum.
I feel like getting lost in this night. Instead, I'll read a bunch of useless bullshit before going to sleep, in order to convince myself that love that can change the flow of the universe still does exist in this world, although not in my life and there's little hope it'll ever be there. I wish I engaged myself in more useful hobbies sometimes, but real life always seems so gray and and listless and trivial and just a big lie sometimes to make oneself get and keep going even though everything around is shit; I can't help escaping to the dream world and its dream world problems, like a coward I am.
Sorry for the depression note here; be thankful I'm not /yet/ in my autumn/winter depression mode Ultra. Then you'd be helpful by mercifully offering to shut me up by smothering a pillow.
Did I mention one of the good things about the cold season? I have lots of excuses of cuddling with my blue super-soft bathrobe, read NC-17 fanfiction [having periodic fits of laughter at particularly funny (though not according to the intentions, of the author) smut scenes] and ignore my piling homework debts [for which I'll have to suffer terribly later]
God, when I relate it all here, it looks like petty little things people usually babble about with their friends. How do I hate this shit. But maybe it's inescapable.
Tomorrow is the cat's final check-up day. They'll see how much progress he's made (a lot; he barely moved on Wednesday and looked like a goner). Really, it's a bitch forcing a pack of those medicines in him; hopefully that brat will get better soon enough. Until then, I'll just have to torture my pillow. No, there were no serial maniacs in my family, why do you ask?
[next morning] When I woke up (to Mom wrapping the cat in two blanket with vengeance worth of greater things, cursing the struggling brat and stuffing him into his box) everything was white, the snow kept falling and the winter has obviously settled in like an unwanted guest with a bottomless pit instead of a stomach and no manners whatsoever.
No time to reply Laura's letter, I'll do it in the evening but I must let her know that I do appreciate the thought behind the letter. And, dear, you should have learnt by now that you are exempt from all my bouts of uncontrollable temper. You can take over the world, outlaw anime and slash fanfiction ans I'll shrug and say:'Well, she has her reasons', and go find myself new hobbies. A bit scary, how biased I am about some things. I''ll try not to scream in rage at Gally, but I don't guarantee anything *evil smirk*. I can't take out my frustration on the cat at the moment, you understand.
I think she's running a bit ahead of things... but then, the previous times (which were not few, actually) this kind of shit happened she knew better from the start, didn't she? I'll see what I can do.
I feel like getting lost in this night. Instead, I'll read a bunch of useless bullshit before going to sleep, in order to convince myself that love that can change the flow of the universe still does exist in this world, although not in my life and there's little hope it'll ever be there. I wish I engaged myself in more useful hobbies sometimes, but real life always seems so gray and and listless and trivial and just a big lie sometimes to make oneself get and keep going even though everything around is shit; I can't help escaping to the dream world and its dream world problems, like a coward I am.
Sorry for the depression note here; be thankful I'm not /yet/ in my autumn/winter depression mode Ultra. Then you'd be helpful by mercifully offering to shut me up by smothering a pillow.
Did I mention one of the good things about the cold season? I have lots of excuses of cuddling with my blue super-soft bathrobe, read NC-17 fanfiction [having periodic fits of laughter at particularly funny (though not according to the intentions, of the author) smut scenes] and ignore my piling homework debts [for which I'll have to suffer terribly later]
God, when I relate it all here, it looks like petty little things people usually babble about with their friends. How do I hate this shit. But maybe it's inescapable.
Tomorrow is the cat's final check-up day. They'll see how much progress he's made (a lot; he barely moved on Wednesday and looked like a goner). Really, it's a bitch forcing a pack of those medicines in him; hopefully that brat will get better soon enough. Until then, I'll just have to torture my pillow. No, there were no serial maniacs in my family, why do you ask?
[next morning] When I woke up (to Mom wrapping the cat in two blanket with vengeance worth of greater things, cursing the struggling brat and stuffing him into his box) everything was white, the snow kept falling and the winter has obviously settled in like an unwanted guest with a bottomless pit instead of a stomach and no manners whatsoever.
No time to reply Laura's letter, I'll do it in the evening but I must let her know that I do appreciate the thought behind the letter. And, dear, you should have learnt by now that you are exempt from all my bouts of uncontrollable temper. You can take over the world, outlaw anime and slash fanfiction ans I'll shrug and say:'Well, she has her reasons', and go find myself new hobbies. A bit scary, how biased I am about some things. I''ll try not to scream in rage at Gally, but I don't guarantee anything *evil smirk*. I can't take out my frustration on the cat at the moment, you understand.
I think she's running a bit ahead of things... but then, the previous times (which were not few, actually) this kind of shit happened she knew better from the start, didn't she? I'll see what I can do.