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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: 2007-02-15 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.