Black and Grey of the TV Screen

Current Mood/Status: Mer
Currently Doing: BSing a blog(=life)
Song of the Day:

...which is actually my bedroom window. If I look at it right, it really is like watching television, but with everything in contemplative slow motion. I've thought about why I like precipitation of all sorts so much, and maybe I have an answer for snow now: I wouldn't like it if it were around all of the time. What fun would it be then? Living in Northern Canada or something, waking up and knowing that if tiny pieces of the sky are falling outside a few panes of glass, then it's going to be another cold and windy day. But otherwise, here, in Indiana, or moreso around New England, snow is something of a novelty; when your world three or four feet, maybe even inches, away looks so different, if there's already some accumulation and it either muffles or accentuates every sound, and when it shades out everything even close to approaching the distance, snow's a feeling just slightly surreal.

I woke up at ten this morning, went back to sleep until noon, got up, ate some stuff, took a shower, went back upstairs to my room, and saw that it was snowing. Then I really wanted to blog something, but I didn't have much to say. So I started walking downstairs to get my laptop while thinking for a topic; finally decided to write stream-of-edited-consciousness, but obviously, that's not how it worked out.

Actually, when I first came to relatively lucid consciousness, I felt inspired enough to go out in search of some homework, both due Monday and Tuesday/Thursdayish (Logic, you know?), but thinking too much screwed that up. And really not having anything about which to write isn't going too well. It's still intermittently snowing, though. Although I suppose that I should clarify; of course, piddley little snow is no good. That consititutes...just drift, or something. Here, with Snow, I want flakes at least half as big as dimes and with substantial frequency; otherwise the world's no different than having slightly blurry vision after only just waking up or staring at a book for some hours; that's rather more upsetting than much else.

I'm going to go now, but I can't promise that I'll get to that homework.