Last night me mum was watching TV and I was in the room with her, half-watching, half-reading. Mum finally decided to be done at 1 AM, and shut off the TV. We sat there for a minute, watching the snow fall outside. Then I said, "We should go out and play in it. That would be so awesome." Mum said, "Blah blah tired blah too late blah blah blah." I said, "C'mon, let's go be spontaneous! It'll be so much fun! It's all fresh and powdery and new, and we'll be the first ones out there!" And she said, "Blah I'm not as young as you are blah blah blah otherwise I might blah blah. Actually, I did want to shovel the walk out front..." I said, "Sweetness! I'm gonna go get my snow clothes on!" Mum said, "I'm only gonna be out there for five minutes." But I had already run (ran?) downstairs and put on leggings and warm clothes. I don't have snow boots, and mum was using her snow boots, which I usually use, so I had to use my "sexy boots". I put on my snow pants and my coat and went outside. Mum was already out there, shovelling. She said she was gonna shovel the walk...she ended up shovelling the whole driveway...but whatever. I played in the more-than-two-feet-deep snow while she shovelled. It was SO fun. The snow was still falling and the only lights on were the streetlights and a few Christmas lights. Everything was mute and still and so beautiful. It felt like me mum and I were the only ones alive in the world. It was the greatest. I got to be the first one out there. The snow falling in the light of the streetlamp was so beautiful. It was so quiet. I got cold little snowflake kisses, and I was happy.
After I was thoroughly frozen, I decided that I couldn't wait any longer; I was going to get orange juice (I had been wanting orange juice all day, but it was Sunday. Since it was past 12 AM, though, it wasn't Sunday anymore). So I am still sick, and my heart's pounding from running around in the snow, and I'm freezing, and I'm still wearing snow pants and Sexy Boots, and the roads are unplowed, and it's 2 AM, and I go to the store. There were less than ten people on the road for the whole time I was out there. So freaky, so cool. I had to go slowly, and still slipped a teensy bit. I bought some OJ NOT from concentrate ($6.29 for 128 oz--Ridiculous!!!) and then decided that I also wanted some canned fruit, some applesauce (Mum had bought some applesauce, but it was store-brand, and DISGUSTING. Just as bad as OJ from concentrate), some V8 Splash, and candy. I got out of there, came back home without incident (well, actually, I saw a kitten in the road), and it took less than 30 minutes.
Haha...take that, curfew!!
I got back, had lots of OJ, read some more, then decided to crash on the couch for no reason at all. I have no idea what time I actually got to sleep, may have been somewhere around 3:30 am. Today I woke up at 12 PM, though, and now I can't believe that it is 9:38 PM. It feels like it should be so much earlier.
I'm still sick. I think I have the flu, as in, Influenza. Which, according to Wikipedia, can lead to pneumonia. So there's still a chance that I may get pneumonia, then in my delirium, wander outside, trip over a stump in the forest behind our backyard, break my leg, and then a plane will crash on top of me and I'll die.
I hurt all over, and my right eye (anatomical position) is watering, and my stomach keeps hurting, and I'm weak, and I just don't feel well. But that didn't stop me from doing errands with Mum, Da, and my bros. :D We went to Shoe Carnival, trying to find me some snow boots (they've got crap quality), then we went to Target (it was WAY crowded...stupid last-minute holiday shoppers. Mum and Da bought me a new camera that I don't get 'til Christmas 'cuz I reimbursed them for my plane ticket with my loads of leftover FAFSA moneys, and I found some snow boots), then we went to Walmart and did food and other misc. stuffs shopping. We all got along, and it was more fun than I'd have thought it could be. It would be cool if people could feel as comfortable with everyone as they did with their family, and then people wouldn't have to try and impress others and people wouldn't judge as much and we'd all be happier.
It is fun just being myself, and not caring. Humming as I walk down the aisles, and making comments on things to myself. Do it sometime, it's liberating.
I definitely wasn't well enough to go shopping, because I came home and my stomach was killing me, and I was FREEZING!! I lay down on the couch, under three feather blankets, in my coat, with my hood up. For like, 20 minutes. Then I got up and had fish sticks. I like fish sticks.
And now it's 9:50 PM, and I may actually be tired. I wanna watch a movie. Ferris Bueller's day off? The Fugitive? Did you know that The Fugitive is based on a true story? I learned that in my American Foundations class. Did you know that when you pay attention in class, you learn things? Weird, yes?
I'm off. Peace out, my lightbulbs.
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What a fun memory!
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