March 22, 2010

yes... March 22. This date tells me I've been seventeen for precisely two months. It's snowing. Actually, it's a blizzard outside. It's been snowing off and on for two or three days now and I think that's about how long I've been in a complaining, unhappy mood. How coincidental. The only good thing about the snow is that it covers the mud that has been making my life miserable for a week or so. It warmed up to plus degrees for a few days and since then the ground has been absolutely disgusting. I can't keep anything clean... from my purse to my jeans to my binder and books. I washed my truck, parked it, and promptly got sprayed by some giant Ford who obviously couldn't care less. He probably hit that puddle at mach 9 just because he hates GM and the drivers of such. Or maybe life just hates me I don't know.

That's the end of the sob story. At this very moment life is a little brighter. I was at Keadran's house for a while today and I left feeling miserable. I got into my truck, decided I didn't feel like being sad and I would do whatever it took to feel better. I cranked the heat, my song Chevere, and drove off to Starbucks for a chai latte. The deli was looking inviting with its stacks of chicken wings so I partook in some of those as well. On my way home I realized it was snowing again which dampened my temporarily elevated mood, but then I found myself doing drifts and donuts and having fun with driving in it. I laughed at a Ford Focus and an old Buick whose drivers were so scared of the snow they wouldn't go over 40 in town. Back and forth I went, drifting in front of my house. People always seem to look surprised when they see it's a girl driving... Now I am curled up in the living room chair with my softest blanket and my computer, and my phone. I'm feeling better.

The snow is coming down so hard you can hear it hitting the crispy leaves on the tree beside our driveway.

I'm getting freckles from my tanning sessions <3.



Faebaby; Thank you :D I had no idea you would like this skin so much. I miss you. You misspelled Shambhala; dearest Demi is going to kill you!

Demilove; I am waiting for the box! Send me a CD por favor.

Webby; I don't know if you still read my blogs, but I think you should post on yours again. It's high time to awake out of sleep my love... and express thine happenings to me.

Werris; wop.

Posted by RJ Haely at 5:53 PM