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commotiocordisHee, Valentine's Day presents! Umm, sort of.
It snowed today, which was yay. When I looked outside last night/this morning/at like 3 or whenever and thought it was just raining? Yeah, well evidently it was cold enough to stick to the ground. Yay, icy roads. Because they mean no school. Which was greatgreatgreat. Here's how my morning went after my dad heard that I was still up at 3:30 or so and turned the internet off:
3:40ish--Finishes playing around with stuff on computer. Reading fics that I still had open and such.
3:55--Puts the finishing touches on english paper (read: writes last two paragraphs) that was my original reason for being on.
4:15--Goes to bedroom. Starts Spanish homework. Does two pages of spanish homework in about 5 minutes (out of 20 someodd pages--gah!) and decides to finish it in morning/during other classes.
4:20--Puts homework down, turns off light, sets alarm for 5:30 to get up and work on more spanish, tries to sleep.
4:40--Watch alarm goes off. Had been set Sunday night for my mid-paper writing nap, forgot to unset it. Was almost asleep. Became completely awake.
5:30--Still hasn't fallen asleep. Alarm goes off, gets up, thinks about working on homework. Looks out window. No snow. Realizes no chance of reprieve by means of snow day. Re-sets alarm for 6am and actually goes to sleep.
6:00--Wakes up. Considers getting up, decides it's too cold and stays in bed. Doesn't fall back asleep, however. Nor works on Spanish homework. Hears mother's bedroom door open, figures it's a bathroom trip, ignores it.
6:20--Gets up, gets dressed, crawls back in bed (because the call of the electric heating blanket is just too strong for a mere mortal like me to resist).
6:40--Gets up again, puts on shoes, packs stuff in backpack. Finds brush, brushes hair.
6:46--Leaves bedroom. Whole house is dark. Is confused. Thinks that maybe there's no school. Dismisses thought--the universe is not that kind.
6:48--Opens mother's bedroom door. Asks why nobody is up. Mother looks at watch, I (mis)interpret facial expression as "Oh, shit. We're all late." Mother speaks: "There's no school." Me=flabbergasted. "Somebody could have told me that." Mum: "I didn't want to wake you up to tell you that you didn't have to wake up." Me (mumbled as walking away): "But I've been up for an hour trying to stop myself from falling back asleep."
6:49--Turns on TV in front room. Must see for self.
6:52--School's name flashed with the word "closed" next to it. Does silent victory dance. Gets drink, returns to bedroom. Puts pajamas back on.
6:55--Due to reaction to the words "Snow Day" embedded in every person on their first day of kindergarten, is too excited to go back to sleep. Looks out window, sees snow actually beginning.
7:00--Fact that I had been up all night wins out over snow day adrenaline phenomenon. Passes out. Is awakened several times by siblings, but even when awake, refuses to leave bed until 13:00.
So, yeah. All times are approximate, but still. And I think I changed tense/subject conjugation in that like three times. Oops.
And then I went outside. And took pictures. Thus being my possession of random Valentine's Day presents of joy. In a way.
(Edit: They're bigger than I thought--I trimmed them down, but evidently not enough--so watch out.)
I raided the cabinets in the basement for red/pink spraypaint. But halfway through (you can see how it started in the middle of the top little accent line) the paint sorta died. Thus the bad lines and drips. Which got all over my hand. The stains of which have since worn down to just look like I've got something contagious. I actually had a much more centered picture of this originally, but then I realized that you couldn't tell that it was on snow, so I took this one to give you the context.
And then I made a snowheart. It wasn't the right kind of snow to do that with; it wasn't sticking at all, thus my doing it on top of the picnic table in the backyard. The snow's actually pretty much just sitting there, not clumped together at all. Still. I felt like a goofy kid. Twas fun.
And then I started playing with the dog. He's crazy about snow, so I was making snowballs and throwing them up in the air for him to jump for. But it wasn't the kind of snow that packs, like I mentioned, so it'd just powderize when it hit his mouth, usually as soon as it left my hand. Which was funny, because with the other kind of snow, he'll actually try to return the snowball to me so I can throw it again. With this, he'd think he'd missed the ball and root around on the ground for it. Twas entertaining. I called my sister out to take pictures, but she couldn't get the timing right, so I made her throw and got a couple of good ones, but then the camera ran out of room on the memory card before I got any really good ones where he was actually going for it. Still. Random dogpicspam (he's looking up at my hands where I've got a snowball that I'm about to throw for him, if you're wondering):
It snowed today, which was yay. When I looked outside last night/this morning/at like 3 or whenever and thought it was just raining? Yeah, well evidently it was cold enough to stick to the ground. Yay, icy roads. Because they mean no school. Which was greatgreatgreat. Here's how my morning went after my dad heard that I was still up at 3:30 or so and turned the internet off:
3:40ish--Finishes playing around with stuff on computer. Reading fics that I still had open and such.
3:55--Puts the finishing touches on english paper (read: writes last two paragraphs) that was my original reason for being on.
4:15--Goes to bedroom. Starts Spanish homework. Does two pages of spanish homework in about 5 minutes (out of 20 someodd pages--gah!) and decides to finish it in morning/during other classes.
4:20--Puts homework down, turns off light, sets alarm for 5:30 to get up and work on more spanish, tries to sleep.
4:40--Watch alarm goes off. Had been set Sunday night for my mid-paper writing nap, forgot to unset it. Was almost asleep. Became completely awake.
5:30--Still hasn't fallen asleep. Alarm goes off, gets up, thinks about working on homework. Looks out window. No snow. Realizes no chance of reprieve by means of snow day. Re-sets alarm for 6am and actually goes to sleep.
6:00--Wakes up. Considers getting up, decides it's too cold and stays in bed. Doesn't fall back asleep, however. Nor works on Spanish homework. Hears mother's bedroom door open, figures it's a bathroom trip, ignores it.
6:20--Gets up, gets dressed, crawls back in bed (because the call of the electric heating blanket is just too strong for a mere mortal like me to resist).
6:40--Gets up again, puts on shoes, packs stuff in backpack. Finds brush, brushes hair.
6:46--Leaves bedroom. Whole house is dark. Is confused. Thinks that maybe there's no school. Dismisses thought--the universe is not that kind.
6:48--Opens mother's bedroom door. Asks why nobody is up. Mother looks at watch, I (mis)interpret facial expression as "Oh, shit. We're all late." Mother speaks: "There's no school." Me=flabbergasted. "Somebody could have told me that." Mum: "I didn't want to wake you up to tell you that you didn't have to wake up." Me (mumbled as walking away): "But I've been up for an hour trying to stop myself from falling back asleep."
6:49--Turns on TV in front room. Must see for self.
6:52--School's name flashed with the word "closed" next to it. Does silent victory dance. Gets drink, returns to bedroom. Puts pajamas back on.
6:55--Due to reaction to the words "Snow Day" embedded in every person on their first day of kindergarten, is too excited to go back to sleep. Looks out window, sees snow actually beginning.
7:00--Fact that I had been up all night wins out over snow day adrenaline phenomenon. Passes out. Is awakened several times by siblings, but even when awake, refuses to leave bed until 13:00.
So, yeah. All times are approximate, but still. And I think I changed tense/subject conjugation in that like three times. Oops.
And then I went outside. And took pictures. Thus being my possession of random Valentine's Day presents of joy. In a way.
(Edit: They're bigger than I thought--I trimmed them down, but evidently not enough--so watch out.)
I raided the cabinets in the basement for red/pink spraypaint. But halfway through (you can see how it started in the middle of the top little accent line) the paint sorta died. Thus the bad lines and drips. Which got all over my hand. The stains of which have since worn down to just look like I've got something contagious. I actually had a much more centered picture of this originally, but then I realized that you couldn't tell that it was on snow, so I took this one to give you the context.
And then I made a snowheart. It wasn't the right kind of snow to do that with; it wasn't sticking at all, thus my doing it on top of the picnic table in the backyard. The snow's actually pretty much just sitting there, not clumped together at all. Still. I felt like a goofy kid. Twas fun.
And then I started playing with the dog. He's crazy about snow, so I was making snowballs and throwing them up in the air for him to jump for. But it wasn't the kind of snow that packs, like I mentioned, so it'd just powderize when it hit his mouth, usually as soon as it left my hand. Which was funny, because with the other kind of snow, he'll actually try to return the snowball to me so I can throw it again. With this, he'd think he'd missed the ball and root around on the ground for it. Twas entertaining. I called my sister out to take pictures, but she couldn't get the timing right, so I made her throw and got a couple of good ones, but then the camera ran out of room on the memory card before I got any really good ones where he was actually going for it. Still. Random dogpicspam (he's looking up at my hands where I've got a snowball that I'm about to throw for him, if you're wondering):
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Date: 2007-02-14 08:31 am (UTC)And I love your dog! We used to have a dog like that, but he broke into the neighbour's house and trashed all her stuff, so we had to give him away. So we gave him to this man with one arm as a guard dog-type thing, but then he got stolen by nasty robbers. Poor thing. I hope he bit their legs off.
Is that a cyclone shelter-thingy that I see in the top right hand corner of picture number one? I love those things! The closest I've ever seen in RL is my great-grandmother's little wine cellar thing, where her husband used to keep all their homemade pasta sauces and wines and stuff. It terrified the crap out of me, because it was pretty wide, and always covered in rickety wooden planks so all you could see was a strip of darkness at the top of the stairs. And it's really unstable, so we were always being told to stay away. Which I didn't, but whatever. I'm alive.
So anyways. Happy Valentine's day honeybuns! Go me with the sickly sweet terms of endearment.
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Date: 2007-02-15 04:44 am (UTC)I want more snow. Because of the direction my house is facing (North, I think, though it doesn't matter) the snow always melts in our yard really quickly, while the other side of the street has it in their yards for twice as long. But now it's all icy; the snow starts melting in the day a bit, just enough for it to freeze solid at night, which is not fun. Especially because the people at my school decided that deicing the paths to/from two of the doors that I go through regularly was for losers. That was entertaining. Because, were I actually going to the class right after I leave on one of the paths (I had a meeting with the counselor today, so it didn't matter), I would have been really late, because I was all *step. pause. check footing. step.*
We used to have a dog like that, but he broke into the neighbour's house and trashed all her stuff, so we had to give him away. So we gave him to this man with one arm as a guard dog-type thing, but then he got stolen by nasty robbers. Poor thing. I hope he bit their legs off.
LOL! I hope so too. Mine doesn't trash stuff, though he's a fat pig and as such likes to get in our trash. But he doesn't tend to pull lots of it out or knock it down or anything, just lick whatever's on top. He likes to run away, though. Because if he goes out the front door, somebody's got to chase him. He never goes far, just to the front yard, but then you try to get close and he darts away. I'm like "Dog, I do not want to play with you right now. I have to go to school." And he's all *gets close to you--darts away.*
Is that a cyclone shelter-thingy that I see in the top right hand corner of picture number one?
No. I wish. That would be so cool. But we have a basement proper inside the house, so we don't need one. Even though we are sort of in the middle of tornado alley and all. We haven't gotten any bad tornadoes close enough to do any damage in my lifetime (or at least since I've been old enough to remember, but I'm pretty sure not before that either). We get the tornado watch/warning thing relatively often when the weather is right (but come to think of it, not recently at all) and there have been some close calls where everybody was in the basement when I was a lot younger, but we've had pretty good luck with those. They tend to hit the more rural outskirts and miss us. Still. Cyclone cellar would be so cool. It's actually what the old owners used to try to have as a little pond, but it doesn't hold water well, so my mum turned it into a tomato garden. Except for not this year, as she just planted her tomatoes in the front yard.
Which I didn't, but whatever.
Oh, no way. The call of the slightly rickety cyclone shelter is impossible to resist. Especially once they've told you to stay away.
Happy Valentine's day honeybuns!
And back at you, my crazy sweetheart of love!
I don't know what that is. Yet another phrase I've picked up from my father; adding 'of love' to the end of stuff. It's kinda strange when I notice myself saying stuff like that and then being all "Where did I get that? Oh. Dad.")
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Date: 2007-02-18 12:18 pm (UTC)*giggles at the mental pictures*
he's a fat pig and as such likes to get in our trash. But he doesn't tend to pull lots of it out or knock it down or anything, just lick whatever's on top.
Our dogs and cats work together to eat out of our trash. The cats are responsible for ripping the bag open and the dogs pull the stuff out, and then scatter it around so they can all share. Amusing to watch, a bitch to clean up. Especially if we've eaten chicken and the bones are in there. No matter how many times you replace the bag they'll keep ripping it open until you actually take it outside into the big wheelie bins. But stuff that. I'd rather throw the chicken bones out the window.
He likes to run away, though. Because if he goes out the front door, somebody's got to chase him.
My dog likes to run away too! Except, where your dog is fat and lazy, mine is fit and speedy. As soon as he gets out he takes off down the street, and you can't get anywhere near him without him taking off. Eventually we try to lure him back by creeping halfway down the street, and then sprinting back in the hope that his "IF IT'S MOVING WE MUST CHASE IT" instinct will kick in and he'll follow. Usually it works.
But, oddly, he only runs away during the day. At night I let him follow me to the bin and mailbox and everything, and all he does is wander a few feet away to pee on the front garden. I haven't actually been game enough to let him out during the day recently, though. He might be better behaved now that he's slightly older and I've been taking him for walks every day.
Even though we are sort of in the middle of tornado alley and all.
Srsly?! Tornados scare the utter shit out of me. I'm glad you haven't had any bad ones, though. The worst we get here are little whirly-whirlies that are like mini tornados. One blew wood chips all over our backyard once. They're kind of cute, because all they do is spit things at you. But then, we get some really strong winds coming in from the desert that are the same force and speed as a tornado, or something. Just... spread out. They blew a shed across our street, through the neighbour's yard and into the paddock once.
*shakes finger. prods you* Alexandria, you must move! I will not risk having you blown away by a tornado! *marches you to
her housea safer location*Especially once they've told you to stay away
In my opinion (and experience) saying things like that is one of the worst mistakes a parent can make. That and "None of your business" and "Stay where you are" and "Don't look in my wardrobe because you won't find your Christmas presents in there".
Where did I get that? Oh. Dad."
Hee, it's fun seeing the words you pick up from your dad.
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Date: 2007-02-22 12:58 am (UTC)Oh, wow. That's got to be hilarious. I'd be angry, though. After the first time, all "I'm so locking you up at night from now on."
As soon as he gets out he takes off down the street, and you can't get anywhere near him without him taking off.
Oh yeah. Same with mine. Because he's not lazy by choice so much as because we're not home all day because we've all got the same hours, being all at some school or another, so he only gets to just lay there. Which makes me sad for him, because he's got to be bored out of his mind, especially as he's a lab and as such needs lots of attention and action and such which he can't really get.
Eventually we try to lure him back by creeping halfway down the street, and then sprinting back in the hope that his "IF IT'S MOVING WE MUST CHASE IT" instinct will kick in and he'll follow.
That's what we do too, but mine tends to be too smart for it, and when we get within a few meters of the door, he'll realize it and dart away again. We've taken to just leaving him out there until he gets bored, realizes nobody is going to chase him, and comes back up and sits on the porch. Because I'm always afraid I'll chase him and he won't look and will dart away into the street, so it's safer for him to run around himself because then he won't be looking at me so much as where he's going and won't get smushed.
But, oddly, he only runs away during the day.
That is odd.
They're kind of cute, because all they do is spit things at you.
Aww. I want to see them. That would be cool. Here, they're usually bad (we don't get the little weak ones, as far as I know) but they are drawn to the farms and such or something, and usually just tear up some plain ground.
Alexandria, you must move! I will not risk having you blown away by a tornado! *marches you to
her housea safer location*Hee, okay. They don't really scare me, though, because even if it did decide to run through the suburbs instead of the rural bits, we've got a good basement. But no argument about being dragged to your house. Yay, new countries.
In my opinion (and experience) saying things like that is one of the worst mistakes a parent can make.
Oh, yes. Mum told me I was too young to read The Red Tent about 6 years back, what's the first thing I did? Waited until she finished the book and then nicked it and read it. I know I wouldn't have been as interested (though it turned out to be a really good book) had she not said that.
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Date: 2007-02-14 08:11 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-02-15 06:06 am (UTC)Umm, also, I totally remember you, so don't even talk like that. Bout ze friending, I care not at all. In fact, *does it in reciprocation*.
Hee, entertainment. There isn't actually all that much of that in here, unless you count my funny non-grammar, IMO, but still. Yay.