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Blah Blah Bus Trip
Dec. 11th, 2009 02:12 pmAfter a particularly arduous journey yesterday, I have safely arrived at my mother's house. There was some crazy snowstorm business going on for the middle half of the bus trip. The bus had to pull over about eight times for the worst of it to pass, which was scary because with 60 in my bank account and no cell service, I did not want to be stranded in Bracebridge.
Other than the terror though, I realized how absolutely gorgeous snow actually is when you're not outside in it. The lights from the bus headlights made it all sparkly on the trees. And I mean, there's a lot of trees during a five hour trip that is a large majority through the woods. All the pine trees looked weighed down and snowtastic and all the leafless, branchy trees looked skeletal and ghostly and it was pretty and haunting and gave me an idea for a story which I'm not supposed to talk about but kind of just did anyways.
Now I'm at my mama's place (until the 29th, whew!) and instead of fighting McLovin' for my food or the nice spot on the bed or my socks, I have to wrestle Mama's cat AND her three dogs. It's like, 'sure Lillith's dead, but now Satan's here and he wants to steal my body.'
Yeah that sentence should prolly read 'out of the frying pan and into the fire.' That's what I meant. For sure.
Stanley, who is already very big for a Boston, apparently grew a whole bunch since I have been here last (Thanksgiving!). I am considering leaving my clothes here and putting him in my suitcase instead. He could hold his own against the spaniel 'o' doom, I do believe.
Mama has a list of holiday related chores for me to do. A very, very long list. On one hand, it will keep me form OD-ing on the internet. On the other hand, ew, chores.
Other than the terror though, I realized how absolutely gorgeous snow actually is when you're not outside in it. The lights from the bus headlights made it all sparkly on the trees. And I mean, there's a lot of trees during a five hour trip that is a large majority through the woods. All the pine trees looked weighed down and snowtastic and all the leafless, branchy trees looked skeletal and ghostly and it was pretty and haunting and gave me an idea for a story which I'm not supposed to talk about but kind of just did anyways.
Now I'm at my mama's place (until the 29th, whew!) and instead of fighting McLovin' for my food or the nice spot on the bed or my socks, I have to wrestle Mama's cat AND her three dogs. It's like, 'sure Lillith's dead, but now Satan's here and he wants to steal my body.'
Yeah that sentence should prolly read 'out of the frying pan and into the fire.' That's what I meant. For sure.
Stanley, who is already very big for a Boston, apparently grew a whole bunch since I have been here last (Thanksgiving!). I am considering leaving my clothes here and putting him in my suitcase instead. He could hold his own against the spaniel 'o' doom, I do believe.
Mama has a list of holiday related chores for me to do. A very, very long list. On one hand, it will keep me form OD-ing on the internet. On the other hand, ew, chores.