uncommoncold

Looked down at my knees today while standing at the bus stop, and realized that they were turning shades of blotchy purplish-blue with hints of red poking through. Apparently it's winter, and maybe I should start wearing pants instead of skirts with legwarmers and knee socks. Oh biology, you seem to win every round!

Now that nearly all of the snow has melted, I find myself wishing for a blizzard. Just so I can watch it fall. I want none of this slushy business that Victoria is so notorious for- I'm all about the process, not the product.

My mother just called. Apparently my father and her were discussing my hopeful summer plans- that I will stay in Victoria, work, and do a few classes on the side- and they have decided that it's a step in the right direction for me. They support it fully. I was going to do it either way, as I don't think I could handle another summer working at the vegetable farm and living under their, uhm, parental guidance.. but it's quite nice to know that they're on my side.

It'll make things a little easier come May. Less static bickering across long-distance phone lines. It will be frustrating in its own way to do school and try to work upwards of fifty hours a week, but I think I'll prefer that particular stress to the stress of living with them again. At least I won't feel like a "bad" human being all the time. In theory.

While we're discussing family, I'd like to show you this clip from a recent e-mail from my grandmother. She got a computer for Christmas, and is teaching herself how to type. A new set of symbols for communication. I'm of the mind that it's the cutest thing ever (and it represents a generational gap in technology usage, and blahblahblah..):

So much adorable, so little time.

In other news, Mod Night at Hugo's wasn't bad. Not amazing, but certainly satisfying. Drank gin 'n tonics 'till closing time with lovely friends. Wished that some more of you from SG had come out (as we were pretty much having a LiveJournal party in the back of the pub), but hey, I'll get to meet you in a few days..

Woke up tired and irritable this morning, and it has lasted throughout the day, especially when I went to visit my neurotic landlord from last semester to get my damage deposit back. I don't care anymore if she's lonely; I tried to give her the benefit of the doubt and I [wrongly] assumed that she would lighten up a little and quite possibly relax. No such luck.

Tonight: studying for Latin, and then heading out to play video games. It's going to be awesome. The zombie movies will have to wait until another time.

Where's the line between being kind and relatively selfless, and letting yourself get trampled upon? These boundaries are never clear, it seems.

i'm afraid of the dark without you close to me
i went out to the forest and caught
a hundred thousand fireflies
as they ricochet round the room
they remind me of your starry eyes