|Ode to snow
||[Feb. 12th, 2006|04:32 pm]
|||||'they tell me " cat power||]|
It is so good getting ready for snow. Putting on layers and layers of your crappiest biggest clothes and knowing you don't have to look good you just have to keep warm. And then coming down stairs and sweating a little waiting for your sister to finish getting ready. Finally stepping outside and looking upon the virgin snow with lust. Grabbing the brooms and beating the snow off the trees so the branches don't sag and break and looking freaking ridiculous while doing so. Then putzing about like tiny frogs and plopping in the snow every so often. And tackling your sister when she least suspects it. Its good how upsetting it is when you accidentally fall in the snow and it gets into your neckline and it burns your chin. Its good panting and sitting in the snow because you're exhausted and your body has gone noodley. and its good finally deciding to come inside and making that final trudge to the garage door. Then a quick hop to the laundry room when you shed all your layers and throw them into the dryer. So you're standing there in your underwear timing it so you can make a mad dash upstairs while your dad's back is turned. and finally putting on the sweats and granny sweaters and feeling your numb body come back to life.
anytoot while i'm doing this. i suppose i have some good news to share.
My piece that mr miller submitted to the PSEA show won first place in its category and i won $50. Which i need desperately.
i got accepted to
school of the art institute of chicago
California college of art
School of visual arts
and BONNAROO!!! kate and i and some other people are hopefully hopefully going to do that this summer.
I don't know how the rest of you feel but i am so in awe of people that like i know. Like ... its hard to articulate. But just knowing that like that girl you hang out with all the time is freaking phenominal at drums and could serioously pursue it if she wanted to. And that white boy that you occasionally see is amazing at poetry. And all those kids in your art class are awesome at what they do. Like ... woah. my friends/aquainances are so talented. its always really amazing to just step back and realize all this. ya dig?
I've been good lately like really good. a little bit of rock n roll here a little bit of rock n roll there.
and if you choose to comment to this post. If you insult me or anything i write or criticize or whatev. or correct a typo or grammatical error fuck off. i don't want to hear that. i don't update enough to warrant bs like that.