Sunday evening, Dad decided to roast hotdogs with our fire pit. He and Smells and Schink did that, and Pooless too. Aorta went out there, and shortly after I went out to see what was up. It was cold, so I went back inside and fetched a blanket and a coat. And my camera. Later, Mum came out and we all eventually ended up around the fire pit, and talked. It was....happy. We talked until it was dark and cold. Life should be like that, just sitting around a fire, talking about the nothings that meant everything.
1. Gen Chem (7:45-8:45 MWF, lab 3:15-5:15 T): I don't actually have this class, but I'm going to try to sit in on it.
3. BoM 2nd semester (2-3 MW)
On Monday Pooless woke me up (I slept on the couch. I hate my room. One teeny window. It's so suffocating down there. When I get a house, it's going to have a LOT of windows). All I can remember of Monday is that I went outside and cleaned up some leaves. Dad was on call on Monday.
On Tuesday, Dad had his day off from being on call, and it was a good day. We were outside for nearly the entire day, and he worked on the fence, and I got to use his round saw spinny-blade thing to cut up wood, and Mum was out there, and Pooless. Then Smells and Schink came home, and Schink built a box with Mum for cub scouts. I took pictures. The lighting was incredible, the weather was incredible. The sky was incredible. It was a happy day. Later, all of us (including Aorta, minus Smells) went to Wall-Fart and Lowe's. That was fun too. The sunset was beautiful, and it reminded me of easter. I smell spring.
I slept on the couch again last night and was woken up by Schink and Smells to ask for a ride. I had been up later than I should have been reading this: http://thepioneerwoman.com/category/black_heelstractor_wheels/the_night_i_met_marlboro_man
It is a story that's *GASP* better than the Twilight series. GO READ IT.
And I'm not kidding. She is a GOOD writer, and this story is so interesting. I want me a Marlboro Man.
But anyways, the ride: they had (once again) not gotten up when woken up, so they missed the bus. I was snappy and dead, and drove like a zombie, but by time I got home, I was awake-ish. Then I played piano, and did other stuff. Then Mum came downstairs and asked me to watch Pooless because she needed to take Aorta to the doctor (her knee's messed up from running- running is stupid and pointless and I hate it and I have NO idea how people can find it fun. I would rather room with CaliGirl again or go on a date with Craigless than run). So I did, and did dishes and swept and cleaned the floor with a sponge (I'm tellin' ya, it's fun-try it sometime. So much easier than mopping).
I didn't sweep with the sponge, I swept with a broom. Stupid english language.
And then I did other stuff that I don't remember, and it was kinda boring. Oh, I cleaned up my stuff a bit more.
I'm wearing a fur coat inside-out right now, and the fur's on the inside. It's nice.
Sunday
Mum laughing, Dad in the 'hood, Pooless chillin'
Schink being Schink. Too manly for a coat, I suppose
Smells, warming her rear by the fire
Dad and Pooless again
Smells threw leaves on the fire
Tuesday
Mum's building the box
Dad's being manly and building a gate for the fence that he built
Building the box with Schink
I got some awesome pictures of Pooless. My camera was being really good
The sky was beautiful
My feet were muddy (yay! I miss summer feet)
Cutting wood for the box (I think that's a router?)
Big man, little man
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