Fewer than four hours sleep, greater than four inches snow.
Something here is unbalanced, and I think it might be me.
No one could guess that last night was a full moon;
the blanket over her face was thicker than the one over mine.
I hope she kept warm. I didn't.
In the wake of lunacy we tend to wake up early:
the cats, the dogs, the rat, my mother, me.

Winter is no time to shed my skin.
I should stay in my cocoon forever, wrapped in red and white.
At least it's quiet there.
I'll pupate when the snow stops falling constantly.

You guys, this weather is getting so scary. D: I keep thinking about, like.. how my parents want the end times to come. And how a lot of really crazy people do too. And then I wonder if they're right and this is all just leading up to something that I'm scared of even though I don't believe in it.

I don't know. I get a lot of fatalism out of having that mindset around me because it seems like people who don't even believe it want to live that way, like we can just do whatever we want and it won't matter in a generation or three because hey, the world's going to end.

I'm not being morbid, I'm just saying... the weather's been freaky-weird all over lately. And sometimes I think about how things might just be too fucked up to go on in some ways and I don't know how the world's going to adapt and change and either accommodate and fix or ignore and let decay these things that are so wrong.

I'm a fucking bleeding heart is kind of what I'm saying. If god's vengeful enough to have the Earth go nuts then... I don't know. Not a caring god. Which doesn't fit with my view of the world as an ultimately fair thing.

I'm a heathen D:

And I don't know why I'm going off on this when I've been writing nothing but the usual gratuitous pr0nography but maybe it's just forcing my serious thoughts to clump up. Like kitty litter. xD Scoop.

Amber and Kevin say hello to the internet. :D

I got very nauseous from watching Guitar Hero earlier, and I'm still a little woozy. x.x Bedtime for a Dani.


(p.s. isn't there something in revelations about young generations prophesying? I don't know if that's massively inappropriate to say and I know people have been predicting the end of the world basically since the disciples, but.. I don't know. I'm probably going fucking nuts anyway. xD)

I can hear planes passing and it's a little nice, a little soothing. White noise for my ears like a hand in my hair would be, weird but good.

Today I procured The Dimwit's Dictionary and so far I've become appalled with how I write. My speaking is easier to pass on, because there's no record of it, but I really don't type like an intelligent person, and I'm afraid that I've lost my ability to write like one. I plan to finish that book and see how many of its entries I can eliminate from my writing. (I told Amber, Kristin and Kelly that I was going to speak like the book instructed to write, and I'd end up sounding like a butler. And it would be sweet.)

We ran into victoriansquid and her new husband today (and they're so cute and newlywedded ♥), and I found out that, like me, Kelly also had a little crush on the awesome substitute teacher, Mr. Morpurgo. I think that's pretty hilarious. xD

So the plan now, I think, is that we're going to get tae-bo DVDs, and Kelly and Amber and Kristin and I are going to work out instead of smoking and playing Guitar Hero all night. I think it's a good plan, clearing their living room floor so there's enough open space for it... I'd like to do yoga too, but I think I'm the only one up on that.

...I just converted the video for Arms Race and put it on my iPod. I feel SUPER now. Or I will if it works. Mmhm.

I'm a very materialistically affectionate person. I show my friends I love them by getting things for them. I wonder if that adds to my whole 'people don't actually like me' insecurity issues. I'm not having the issues right now, this is just idle wondering.

The seaside of my room (it's a pun; one wall and the nook in it is all hung with aquatic things. A blow-up shark, a jellyfish, a beanie baby octopus, a squush fish and whale, either hung from the ceiling or pinned to the walls... it's pretty sweet. I have to take pictures once I clean out the inside of the nook.

I got two more Gregory Maguire books. I'm not enjoying Lost as much as I did Son of a Witch; I think I might set it aside and try Mirror, Mirror instead. Not now. Much later. Now, I have a little headache, and I'm going to go to bed.

eta: Wait! There's a new Mac ad up, they're wearing Santa hats! And there is hugging. Awwwwww. Also, here's something:

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