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Being around lex always alters my perception of the world just a little bit. When not around lex, I find bird skeletons interesting enough, but when I've been near her for a while, they fascinate me. It's pretty tremendous.
I woke up this morning and crawled into my room (expecting it to be full of a sleepy Noelle, which it was not), and was surprised and pleased to see fog! Real fog! Do you know what fog means, other than it-looks-fucking-rad-outside? Fog means spring. Now, I hate spring. I am totally morally and emotionally opposed to spring. But fog makes everything a little nicer. If it's cloudy, then everything brown and red sticks out as though it had been created simply for the purpose of been vibrant in the gloom. If there is sun, the fog becomes this hazy, iridescent blanket that burns away except in little hollows where it puddles prettily.
I enjoy winter quite a lot, and am glad for it to end every year when it does - but I abhor the Mud. Mud after a long rain storm is great; it's lovely for splashing around in and getting between your toes in a way that dirties your socks for days afterward with no explanation. It's positively lovely to run around in when the air is warm and the mud is slightly chilly. But those are summer things. The spring Mud is not mud like we know it in other places. It is this drab, cold, gritty layer on everything. The gloom of winter has nothing on the gloom of early spring. And on a campus populated with students who will take the easiest perceived path even if it means trekking through three inches of grass-and-mud stew, it means there isn't a spot of green until just before we all get the hell out of here. Mud. You cannot strangle me in my sleep and I cannot take a wet-vac to the sidewalks. Truce, you slimy bastard?
I'm not going to Italy. Even if I got in (which I won't find out for a little bit yet), my proposal for funding was rejected and I am unable to just manifest a $4,000 of tuition plus airfare and food for a month and a half. This is tragic, but surprisingly not crushing. I'm in love with that program, but for the past week I've been convincing myself that I didn't really want it, anyway, because I think I knew in the back of my mind that even if I were partially funded the numbers just wouldn't add up. It's a defensive strategy of a sort. If I actually think about what it would have been like (especially if I went with Irene), it trembles on the edge of being horrible. But I have this super-bright silver lining that really does make it all better: Caitlin and Rookie's wedding. The Italy program started the day before the wedding - I wouldn't have been able to go. And participating in the wedding of two of my best friends is something that makes it very easy indeed to dismiss Italy. I get to wear yellow!
Today is the gray kind of fog. Really, I much prefer it this way. It reminds me of a series of pictures I took when I was home, once. I don't even recall the time of year, though by the bareness of the trees I would think early spring, like today. I wonder if I have those anywhere...
I found them, but I also found a folder called "misc Scotland to Post". Huh. Well, I think I really ought to just post those then, shouldn't I?
Dear everyone who has ever been drawn on by sharpie or drawn on others:
http://hiraistrange.deviantart.com/art/sharpie-lapse-dragon-79067144
Tremendous! Now I need to go paint a long, lanky canvas. Tootles!
I woke up this morning and crawled into my room (expecting it to be full of a sleepy Noelle, which it was not), and was surprised and pleased to see fog! Real fog! Do you know what fog means, other than it-looks-fucking-rad-outside? Fog means spring. Now, I hate spring. I am totally morally and emotionally opposed to spring. But fog makes everything a little nicer. If it's cloudy, then everything brown and red sticks out as though it had been created simply for the purpose of been vibrant in the gloom. If there is sun, the fog becomes this hazy, iridescent blanket that burns away except in little hollows where it puddles prettily.
I enjoy winter quite a lot, and am glad for it to end every year when it does - but I abhor the Mud. Mud after a long rain storm is great; it's lovely for splashing around in and getting between your toes in a way that dirties your socks for days afterward with no explanation. It's positively lovely to run around in when the air is warm and the mud is slightly chilly. But those are summer things. The spring Mud is not mud like we know it in other places. It is this drab, cold, gritty layer on everything. The gloom of winter has nothing on the gloom of early spring. And on a campus populated with students who will take the easiest perceived path even if it means trekking through three inches of grass-and-mud stew, it means there isn't a spot of green until just before we all get the hell out of here. Mud. You cannot strangle me in my sleep and I cannot take a wet-vac to the sidewalks. Truce, you slimy bastard?
I'm not going to Italy. Even if I got in (which I won't find out for a little bit yet), my proposal for funding was rejected and I am unable to just manifest a $4,000 of tuition plus airfare and food for a month and a half. This is tragic, but surprisingly not crushing. I'm in love with that program, but for the past week I've been convincing myself that I didn't really want it, anyway, because I think I knew in the back of my mind that even if I were partially funded the numbers just wouldn't add up. It's a defensive strategy of a sort. If I actually think about what it would have been like (especially if I went with Irene), it trembles on the edge of being horrible. But I have this super-bright silver lining that really does make it all better: Caitlin and Rookie's wedding. The Italy program started the day before the wedding - I wouldn't have been able to go. And participating in the wedding of two of my best friends is something that makes it very easy indeed to dismiss Italy. I get to wear yellow!
Today is the gray kind of fog. Really, I much prefer it this way. It reminds me of a series of pictures I took when I was home, once. I don't even recall the time of year, though by the bareness of the trees I would think early spring, like today. I wonder if I have those anywhere...
I found them, but I also found a folder called "misc Scotland to Post". Huh. Well, I think I really ought to just post those then, shouldn't I?
Dear everyone who has ever been drawn on by sharpie or drawn on others:
http://hiraistrange.deviantart.com/art/sharpie-lapse-dragon-79067144
Tremendous! Now I need to go paint a long, lanky canvas. Tootles!