Snowy.
Well, LJ's new banner is certainly a lot more cheerful than I feel.
I haven't talked to Rom since this time last night. And I miss him like woah. The weather isn't helpful at all. The weather is the exact opposite of helpful, except that they just canceled all morning classes. Of course, Wednesday is the one day I don't have morning classes, but maybe they'll do me a solid and cancel everything. But I don't care because I really miss Rom and it's annoying. He's at home with his parents and best friend and I'm all alone. It didn't help that today's Bing picture was from Peru, just down the coastline from Lima. Way to rub it in, guys.
...I'm also on my first day of my period and feeling excellent as always. I could tell when I stared at a brick wall during Lab, couldn't comprehend the numbers being written on the board, and came back here and annihilated a package of Nabisco Pinwheels. I'm very whiny and in one instance I felt like trolling but I didn't. So that's good, right? But now I just kind of want him to be here with me so that I can see him and know he does in fact exist and I didn't dream him up. I mean, sure, he feels real, but has anyone other than my roommates actually seen him?
...Okay, so the crazy has to stop right there.
After lab today Stevan and I walked out and there was nobody on the street. NO ONE. No bus in sight. I decided to walk to the next bus stop, which, by the time I made it, a bus was right behind me. It pulled to a stop to pick me and another person up, and slide a foot sideways toward the curb. A truly bizarre and horrifically frightening thing to have happen. But I wasn't injured, as you may have noticed. I got on, rode it to my apartment, changed into pajamas and have not so much as set foot outside my door since three this afternoon. It's excellent.
My mom says they aren't so much snowed in as drifted in. But spirits are high and the animals are fed, so that is good. The horses are loving the weather, in typical horse-fashion. Cheeky buggers. My brother has a snowdrift that is up over the hood of his car; my other brother is stuck at his house without cable or internet. But nobody has lost power yet, even though mom had her's flicker Sunday evening and then go out for about an hour. I don't even remember it being bad Sunday.
Six days.
I want an edible bouquet for Valentine's day. It's so weird that I have plans for the lame holiday that do not include Ontinia, but I am glad that she is standing strong with her roommate. Be anti-materialistic for me, I haven't been dating this guy long enough to convince him that I honestly don't like flowers and cards. But cards are a hard sale to make since my wall is literally covered in romance cards from Ontinia. I now have a post card to add to it, though. And soon I will have one from Peru, I suspect. I love post cards, truly. They are always welcome.
...I think I'll go to bed and read for a while. Or just sleep.
I haven't talked to Rom since this time last night. And I miss him like woah. The weather isn't helpful at all. The weather is the exact opposite of helpful, except that they just canceled all morning classes. Of course, Wednesday is the one day I don't have morning classes, but maybe they'll do me a solid and cancel everything. But I don't care because I really miss Rom and it's annoying. He's at home with his parents and best friend and I'm all alone. It didn't help that today's Bing picture was from Peru, just down the coastline from Lima. Way to rub it in, guys.
...I'm also on my first day of my period and feeling excellent as always. I could tell when I stared at a brick wall during Lab, couldn't comprehend the numbers being written on the board, and came back here and annihilated a package of Nabisco Pinwheels. I'm very whiny and in one instance I felt like trolling but I didn't. So that's good, right? But now I just kind of want him to be here with me so that I can see him and know he does in fact exist and I didn't dream him up. I mean, sure, he feels real, but has anyone other than my roommates actually seen him?
...Okay, so the crazy has to stop right there.
After lab today Stevan and I walked out and there was nobody on the street. NO ONE. No bus in sight. I decided to walk to the next bus stop, which, by the time I made it, a bus was right behind me. It pulled to a stop to pick me and another person up, and slide a foot sideways toward the curb. A truly bizarre and horrifically frightening thing to have happen. But I wasn't injured, as you may have noticed. I got on, rode it to my apartment, changed into pajamas and have not so much as set foot outside my door since three this afternoon. It's excellent.
My mom says they aren't so much snowed in as drifted in. But spirits are high and the animals are fed, so that is good. The horses are loving the weather, in typical horse-fashion. Cheeky buggers. My brother has a snowdrift that is up over the hood of his car; my other brother is stuck at his house without cable or internet. But nobody has lost power yet, even though mom had her's flicker Sunday evening and then go out for about an hour. I don't even remember it being bad Sunday.
Six days.
I want an edible bouquet for Valentine's day. It's so weird that I have plans for the lame holiday that do not include Ontinia, but I am glad that she is standing strong with her roommate. Be anti-materialistic for me, I haven't been dating this guy long enough to convince him that I honestly don't like flowers and cards. But cards are a hard sale to make since my wall is literally covered in romance cards from Ontinia. I now have a post card to add to it, though. And soon I will have one from Peru, I suspect. I love post cards, truly. They are always welcome.
...I think I'll go to bed and read for a while. Or just sleep.