I love snow.
Cold and icy.
When it begins to snow outside, I always smile.
My mom always says freckles are angles kisses.
If freckles are angles kisses, then by her logic, snow is an absolute kiss from god.
Not that I really believe in anything as silly and frivolous as a saviour or protector that resides somewhere in the clouds.

Anyhow.

It's supposed to snow for four glorious days.
I can't wait.
It's cold, sure. But at least when it's cold with snow you've something nice to look at whilst you suffer in the winter-ey-ness that is January.

Yesterday wasn't a very good day.
I felt horrible.
Like.. everything was just falling apart.
Like I was part of an ice cube.
One that was in a glass of something hot, so it broke apart.
I was one piece, everyone else was another.
Every issue and every responsibility was also a piece.
As the the cup emptied, the pieces left.. and I was alone.

I know, I know. It wasn't actually like that. I'm just saying, that's how I felt.

These past weeks have been like this.
Good, and bad.
A roller coaster ride of extremes.
Or no.
More like a carousel ride. Because it's up and down, but in a circle.
Since I'm not really getting anywhere and that.

School? Blah. I hate it. The school system is stupid.
They pack you into a class room with 20 or so others.
And then they spoon feed you a bunch of crap that the majority of people need to know... not what you should be learning.
If you're ahead, you suffer through repetition and soon fall behind because of boredom.
If you're behind, you suffer through difficult concepts and soon fall behind.
Either way, you're doomed.
Unless you're a sheep.
You know; a stupid animal that can digest the watered down material and give them what they want.

I'm trying to talk my mom into talking to the admin and getting them to let me work independently.
I can't stomach the slop anymore.
I mean.. seriously.
The other day, I had to write and introduction and a conclusion to a topic of my choosing.
Nothing more, and nothing less.
I seriously felt like banging my head against the desk.. since that sounded more entertaining.
I mean.. how many times have I written an introduction? How many times have I done a conclusion?
You're 'teaching' me this..why?

And.. and math.
Why do I need to know algebra?
I don't think I'll ever need it.
I've asked 'What's this for?' and the only answer I've gotten is 'for next year'
Well psh on that.

The only reason I'm writing in this is so I don't pick at my scab.
Everyone thinks it's infected.
It probably is.. but I don't care.
Then I'll get blood poisoning, and then evey one who's 'normal' will have to pity me.
Then I won't have to go to school.

Okay. I don't actually want that. It was a joke.
And no. I was not making fun of people who've lost limbs. And no.
I'm not saying life is easier for them.
Stop being such a hypersensitive person.

Right now I'm listening to 'Waiting' by City and Colour.
I like this song..
I heard it on Much the other day.
Okay. I watched the video on much the other day.
But..watching a video also involves listening..yeah?

Anyway.

I like the lines

'You're weighed down you're full of something,You're underneath it all.'
and

'All your friends seem like enemies,When you're broken down and empty'

Honestly, that's almost the only part I remember out of the whole song.
Okay. That's a lie. We all know I have a better memory then that.

I think I like having a blog. It's like a diary..only.. only..more.