I've got you under my skin
I read somewhere that petting an animal alters the chemicals in your brain so that endorphins go up. or something like that. and i think that it is true, because I'm sitting here with my kitty and he's soothing. It's snowing out and the world is turning a fringe-winter grey and brown and white. I love autumn, but winter is my second favourite season and so I suppose that this is nice. I know that it's technically still fall, but to me, winter starts with the first snow, autumn starts when there's that crisp in the air, spring is when the mud flies and horses shed, and summer is when it smells like summer and you get that feeling in the sun and the breeze. I don't know. I suppose that I am a dork. Nevermind supposing. I know that I'm a dork. mmm so... REM was amazing. incredible. mesmerising. Micheal Stype is hypnotizing and his voice sounded amazing and Mike and Peter played a sweet set. Joseph Arthur, who opened, reminded me of staring into a flame-- he had the same effect on me, at least. and I liked him much. looks like John Lennon, sounds like Bob Dylan. Right now I'm listening to a Frank cd that matt gave me and I must say that he is very good and that, while I've always loved him, he'll never beat Ella or Billie in my book. I've taken procrastination to a new level and am currently in a bit of a predicament regarding a scholarship from DAR. I took the essay test, but I've just realized that the rest is due on Thursday next week and that I need two recommendations. bleh. Which is not a big deal, I suppose, but this is the same girl who knew exactly who she was going to ask for reccommendations for college from in june but did not actually ask until wednesday of this week because she loathed doing it. I don't like to ask someone to do that, I feel like such a jerk. I've got this one line from a sarah mclaughlan song repeating in my head-- I don't like her at all, but "wears sandals in the snow and a smile that won't wash away" is trapped right now because it happenned upon me while I was busy kicking through the snow in my flip flops today and having way to much fun with it. and this does not matter at all, but. I'm currently trapped at home due to the snow, which makes about as much sense as george bush's foreign policy. I didn't get my license until November of last year (realized that I missed our anniversary last week, damn it), which means that I was driving through the snow and ice and overall winter-ness of last year and they didn't care. But, on the first snow of the year this year ("a whole two inches, meg"), I am being forced to remain inside the cave. hmph. I love my room at the moment, though.... I really want to go play in the snow on my roof, but I have a feeling that they really won't let me go anywhere if I go sliding off. and this is turning into a novel without a point, so.