January 18, 2005 :: 1:34 a.m.
snow = the suck
Oh man, it's cold. Really, really cold. Not so much in the apartment for once, but outside? Winter has officially taken the hell over. Gah. I hate winter. Have I mentioned that? I used to really like it. I always associated winter with fairy lights and sparkling, unblemished fields of snow and cold, red noses and steaming cups of hot chocolate being consumed while walking aimlessly through a pristine winter scene, all white and pure with little flurries of snow floating through the streetlights' halos. And writing all that still makes me all fuzzy and nostalgic for the brief winter moments that didn't suck. Pretty words have always been able to pull me in like that.
However, I have come to conclude of late that no matter how enchanting my Scenes From A Winter Fantasy may be, winter sucks. Bad. In fact, it pretty much sucks AND blows AND does anal if the price is right. I hate it, I hate it, I hate it. Especially since the weather has been so bipolar lately, going from 60-something one day to 25 the next. It's screwing with me on way too many levels.
For example, I was planning on going jogging tomorrow before class. I'm still sort of planning on it, in fact. But the hourly forecast for the time I plan to go out is something like 18 degrees, 4 with wind chill. And I don't know about you, but "18 degrees, 4 with wind chill" just does not inspire me to lace up my running shoes and hit the pavement. Mostly because I'm afraid I'll either a) slip on a patch of ice and re-fuck my already fucked up ankle, or b) return home with severely frostbitten appendages and/or facial features. Option A would have me back to where I was almost 6 months ago, which was barely able to walk without the aid of crutches and certainly in no shape to hoof it to school or around town. Option B would just generally be unpleasant. I'm not too keen on either of them, frankly, and since I'm nothing if not weak in the motivation department any excuse, especially a halfway valid one, is enough to keep my ass on the couch.
So there's that. Extremely annoying. Also very typical that I'd finally work up some actual desire to go out and exercise just when it's getting so cold out that my nipples start stiffening in painful anticipation when I put on my coat. Ugh.
Anyway. Today Cassie came over and we watched 9 episodes of Buffy and ate a lot of delicious foodstuffs. Banana pancakes, coffee cake, chili, and cornbread. Not all at the same time, of course. Except those last two. And dear god, was that cornbread good. Oh man. So delicious. The chili was pretty tasty as well, and it made a ton. It was nice to be able to flex my mad culinary skillz and cook for someone other than myself, since I do very much like to cook but often don't feel like bothering when it's just me. So that was sweet. And watching Buffy was fabulous as always, especially because Cassie's a Buffy Virgin and it's always really fun to watch it with someone who has never seen it before.
Anyway, I'm bed-bound. Sweet dreams and junk.
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