late nights, bright lights

After 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.

Wooohooo! Back from my TRIP now. I had such a good time.

I also have about ten thousand pictures to post and such and stories galore.

But most importantly of all: I had recieved word from The Mango that I have been cordially invited, and word for The Mother that this might not be so impossible after all.

Hi hip hooray and a baklava!

I can't ignore it anymore. There have been definite rumours of an arts department based trip to New York City in April. Which would kick ass.

Even with the added bonus of Ms. Denomme, Tom, and a chorus of others whom I cannot stand, going to a foreign place for any extended length of time away from adult supervision is something that I would be able to deal with.

Also the likely chance of hot boys. Which is also something I could deal with.

Not to mention all sorts of artsy things. Going to museums, taking in a show, and what have you. All good, wholesome things.

Ooh, then there's our Sociology field trip next Tuesday. Who's bright idea it was to take sixty of us to Kingston and turn us loose for a day needs to be institutionalized.

...Did I spell that right? Never mind.

Oh yes, and the jaunt up to the Al Green Theatre to see Macbeth last month. That was pretty fun too.

Man, this year rocks for trips and events and such. Not like last year. Not like last year's sole, half day trip to the DC Skills Training Centre. That was lame. The highlight of that was that I saw a squirrel. Yeah, a freakin' squirrel.

Honest: a squirrel.

Ms. Stokes asked me if I would be interested in going to see Wicked when it opens in March. I panicked.

Why did no one tell me it was coming here?!

It opens 8 March! And I'm finding out today? But still, that's so awesome. I'm excited.

And I'm also excited because I figured out today that I can have me license by August of next year. My G2 license. That's pretty darn impressive. But I can't pull a Lisa and fail a bunch of times with the G1.

But the DMV = governement agency. So it may not be open late into December, which is when I'd be going to write.

On a completely different note: does anyone remember the nursery rhyme about the pussycat and some other animal who do something and something in a pea green boat?

[n.b. I had to add this. It's just too amusing for me to keep to myself.

book of revelation is love
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Because really? It's not. (it's based on one's lj interests). I find the Book of Revelation to be interesting. But love? Not quite. It's sort of the opposite.]