Is it a bird?!...Is it a plane?!?!
No! It's Claire on Livejournal!!!
It's been like, many months since I've posted on this thing. Dylan encouraged me to make a post. So here's to you, bf.
Today there is an incredible snowstorm outside, it's fucking wild. Most people dread the winter months but I cherish them. Wintertime is very peaceful. While walking home from school, despite the overall air of panic that's overtaken the city (there are like 5 cars per block on the side of the road with their emergency lights on), everything is still very peaceful. There's a blanket of snow a foot and a half deep so everything just stays still, nothing out of place, little movement, little sound. It's quite nice. Also, in the extreme cold, unlike the extreme heat, you can keep a very clear head. It's almost like your head is clearer when it's cold out than when it's normal. In the summertime, the molecules are moving so fast or whatever, everything is just crazy. People go crazy in the heat. In the winter, everything's clear as a bell.
So to follow that little ode to winter, I'll release the information that I heard from Environment Canada as relayed by my mother: it's supposed to be the coldest winter in 15 years!! Yowza. Well, if anything, we should definitely do some serious skating on the canal and/or a downhill ski trip. That'd be grand.
Things in my life are pretty okay. School is majorly stressful and I'll be relieved to be home for the holidays even though I'll be picking up a few shifts at good old Piccolo Grande. I predict that this Christmas will be a good one.
Other than school, I pretty much just hang out. My apartment here with Anna is quite lovely. We each have our own little cute rooms and Anna's kitty Sonatina runs around mewing and we have a kickass VHS movie collection. The only thing that really upsets me about this place is my inability to keep my plants happy and healthy. I bought a really nice, big umbrella tree and it totally died. First I thought I was underwatering it, so I gave it more water, then I thought it was drowning, so I stopped, then I thought it was dying because of a chilly draft, so I moved it, then I realized there were a million little disgusting worms eating its roots. So fucking gross. Oh, and the fact that there's no sun. Eitherway, it was my child, and what few maternal instincts I had have long since been crushed.
Well, on that depressing note, I'm off to screen print studio.
To be continued
...?!
It's been like, many months since I've posted on this thing. Dylan encouraged me to make a post. So here's to you, bf.
Today there is an incredible snowstorm outside, it's fucking wild. Most people dread the winter months but I cherish them. Wintertime is very peaceful. While walking home from school, despite the overall air of panic that's overtaken the city (there are like 5 cars per block on the side of the road with their emergency lights on), everything is still very peaceful. There's a blanket of snow a foot and a half deep so everything just stays still, nothing out of place, little movement, little sound. It's quite nice. Also, in the extreme cold, unlike the extreme heat, you can keep a very clear head. It's almost like your head is clearer when it's cold out than when it's normal. In the summertime, the molecules are moving so fast or whatever, everything is just crazy. People go crazy in the heat. In the winter, everything's clear as a bell.
So to follow that little ode to winter, I'll release the information that I heard from Environment Canada as relayed by my mother: it's supposed to be the coldest winter in 15 years!! Yowza. Well, if anything, we should definitely do some serious skating on the canal and/or a downhill ski trip. That'd be grand.
Things in my life are pretty okay. School is majorly stressful and I'll be relieved to be home for the holidays even though I'll be picking up a few shifts at good old Piccolo Grande. I predict that this Christmas will be a good one.
Other than school, I pretty much just hang out. My apartment here with Anna is quite lovely. We each have our own little cute rooms and Anna's kitty Sonatina runs around mewing and we have a kickass VHS movie collection. The only thing that really upsets me about this place is my inability to keep my plants happy and healthy. I bought a really nice, big umbrella tree and it totally died. First I thought I was underwatering it, so I gave it more water, then I thought it was drowning, so I stopped, then I thought it was dying because of a chilly draft, so I moved it, then I realized there were a million little disgusting worms eating its roots. So fucking gross. Oh, and the fact that there's no sun. Eitherway, it was my child, and what few maternal instincts I had have long since been crushed.
Well, on that depressing note, I'm off to screen print studio.
To be continued
...?!