"She's in love, and the world gets blurry
She makes mistakes, and she's in no hurry to grow up
'Cause grownups, they don't understand her
Well it's a big, big world out there, but she's not scared...
She finds hope in the strangest places
She reads her books, and she knows the faces
Of everyone that ever said she's alone
She knows every word to the saddest songs
And she sings along, though her friends all tell her
That she can't sing...
She's eighteen, much too young
To know what a kiss like that would mean
But her lips, they were no stranger to the touch
And she likes it way too much."
--Mayday Parade, So Far Away

Sunday, December 7, 2008

Yuck, Snow.

Snow is pretty, yes, but for all intents and purposes, its useless. Totally useless.

Except, of course, if you want to kill me.

Yesterday I drove home from work in the snow...and I had never driven in the snow before in my life. Very interesting ride. Took me about 10 extra minutes because I was so terrified of spinning out in the neighborhoods.

I hate winter. I've come to that conclusion. I just hate it.

Yuck. Three more months of this crap. Just yuck.
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2 comments:

Ammietia (a girl you once knew) said...

I hate winter too. Cold, ice, snow. Yuck is right. I hate the cold the most. If I could never feel cold again, then I think I'd be pretty content.

Good luck driving.

12/07/2008 5:03 PM
Pinks said...

I feel the same way! stupied snow i think it's time to move someplace warmer or at least someplace that we would think is more dazzling maybe Forks would be a nice change?

12/08/2008 9:25 PM

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