My fingers are not my own! Jack frost, knows no cost, when he paints, without restraint
Had an epic snowball fight. Weather forecasts are now officially untrustworthy; it's not supposed to snow at all today, but there must have been at least 3 inches of fresh white stuff on the ground when I went out to play.
Got hit in the face 3 times, glasses knocked askew (damn the boys and their good aim :D) and twice in the ear (I'm not too steady on my feet right now), got some down my coat (but that's alright since I was wearing ever so many layers). Outermost coat is sopping wet and is currently being hung to dry; myself, am pressed against the radiator and more than a little reluctant to do very much more than type. Room is still a mess, but the mes has been organised into sections. i may find enough of a burst of energy to go the rest of the way and clean everything up by today. It's getting to be a safety hazard, really.
I have a window-seat type thing in my room, and it's set a little off from the radiator and is officially the coldest part of my room. Foodstuff that I make my way through regularly are arranged there; it works as a chiller, which is convenient and a whole lot more pleasant than bundling up for the arctic trek to get to the fridge in the tea room. I want to do laundry, but suspect I am too cold for such things. So I may well go off to hang out in the drying room downstairs; it's always. always warmer there than anywhere else anyways.
Going to work through a lot of rough patches, both in schoolwork and my fanfiction. If all goes well, I want to end two stories before the year ends (On High and Running on Empty) just to commemorate the epic weirdness that has been 2009.
We made a snowman. He was very pretty. He had a green eye and a brown eye and a lovingly sculpted nose. His arms were long, and he was a good friend of mine.
He was kicked down (as was his partner) to make for more fodder when the second bout of snow fighting began. We went guerrilla, ducking behind trees and each other and flinging whatever we could. Properly compacted snowballs hurt, but it's the sort of hurt that disappears as you pass it on to people :D My aim improved a tiny bit, which is an achievement. I... am not so good with the aiming.
All in all, a pretty fruitful day, hurrah!
Got hit in the face 3 times, glasses knocked askew (damn the boys and their good aim :D) and twice in the ear (I'm not too steady on my feet right now), got some down my coat (but that's alright since I was wearing ever so many layers). Outermost coat is sopping wet and is currently being hung to dry; myself, am pressed against the radiator and more than a little reluctant to do very much more than type. Room is still a mess, but the mes has been organised into sections. i may find enough of a burst of energy to go the rest of the way and clean everything up by today. It's getting to be a safety hazard, really.
I have a window-seat type thing in my room, and it's set a little off from the radiator and is officially the coldest part of my room. Foodstuff that I make my way through regularly are arranged there; it works as a chiller, which is convenient and a whole lot more pleasant than bundling up for the arctic trek to get to the fridge in the tea room. I want to do laundry, but suspect I am too cold for such things. So I may well go off to hang out in the drying room downstairs; it's always. always warmer there than anywhere else anyways.
Going to work through a lot of rough patches, both in schoolwork and my fanfiction. If all goes well, I want to end two stories before the year ends (On High and Running on Empty) just to commemorate the epic weirdness that has been 2009.
We made a snowman. He was very pretty. He had a green eye and a brown eye and a lovingly sculpted nose. His arms were long, and he was a good friend of mine.
He was kicked down (as was his partner) to make for more fodder when the second bout of snow fighting began. We went guerrilla, ducking behind trees and each other and flinging whatever we could. Properly compacted snowballs hurt, but it's the sort of hurt that disappears as you pass it on to people :D My aim improved a tiny bit, which is an achievement. I... am not so good with the aiming.
All in all, a pretty fruitful day, hurrah!