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It's cold. I mean, that's the first thing I thought when I started typing. It's cold. Which makes sense, because it's winter, so it ought to be cold. However I don't much like the cold. At the moment I'm wishing that the comp wasn't right next to a slidding glass door. I don't think windows make the best insulation. And I'm rather certain this one wasn't put in the best way for insulation needs. It's like I can feel coldness seeping through it. Or maybe my mind just likes to think like that.

I worked on that scarf today. Turns out it was too long. Had to undo a lot then redo it. I'm at a point now where I could be done, but I don't know if I want to make it wider or not. It's actually quite annoying because I can't figure it out. It wouldn't be difficult to make it wider, it would be very easy, I just don't know if I should. *sighs* I wish there was someone other than parents around to ask. (okay, my sister's here too, but her opinions are more useless than my parents when it comes to this sort of thing. Not to be mean to her... but yeah, I'm kind of mean to her.)

So, anyway, once again I'll prolly take it to school with me and seek guidence from the smart people there. And the people who are about the right height and size who I can measure it on. Because my mom always goes "oh, it looks nice" when really it means "I have no idea" and Tim... I dunno. He might be good for this, but he may not. then again I'm insanely picky when it comes to some things. Like it took me forever to pick out the yarn to use. Because it had to match right, and look right, and I didn't want normal black because it didn't look right, but I finally found this other kind... and yeah. Then of course I got to start over once because it was too long. then I actually played around with the length awhile before starting again. Then I started over half way into the second row because it didn't look very good. And if this was anything like knitting starting over would be a b***h. But it's much easier. And quicker.

Um... yes... I was thinking about writing about something before I actually logged on. Don't quite remember what. Early today I was thinking about complaining about my parents, but that really is chliche, and not worth it. So to sum it up in case you're wondering: they're annoying hypocrits who don't listen and don't bother trying to understand what I'm saying, or figuring out what I'm doing. It's vauge, but really all that needs to be said. After all just about any teenager can find things to complain about when it comes to family. They can be creative and add their own rants in place of mine.

Then there's school. I don't really want to complain about school. Again, it's not worth it. I really don't have much to complain about. I like doing this sort of thing, it's just daunting. Everything hits at once and it's like a sledge hammer to the head (prolly not, I mean I've never actually taken a sledge hammer to the head). I have a test everyday this week. 'cept Friday, but we don't have school Friday. Or monday for that matter. That's fine, though, I have two tests on Thrusday to make up for it. Science and Gov. Fun times. Now I am looking forward to my mid-term for English, if only to understand what sort of difficulty it will be at. I'm not too worried, because I've taken some of these quizes. They were just slightly pitifully easy. I mean we go and read these great things, like for today we had to read Kipling's "the Man Who Would Be King" and then she asks something like "what color was this guy's beard?" Granted it gets me easy points, but still. I dunno, we had a fun talk today in class. While half the class was gone (I guess you can skip classes in college, plenty of people do) those who help to lead fun conversations where there. they were either the smart people who planned their dates around school, or single like me.

Did I tell you I'm writing a commentary on Single's Awareness Day? Well, actually I wrote it already. But I want to change the ending because it sucks. Actually I think the whole thing is less than wonderful, but I wasn't really passionate when I wrote it. I was passionate when I thought up the idea, had all sorts of great things to write about, then nope. My mind is squished and refusing to work for me. Which is a problem in some cases. >.< sucks, ne?

And again I say it's cold. *glances at the clock* and it's late. I'll give it ten more minutes for my friend to get on, because he was supposed to be on a while ago. And I wasn't thinking when I asked him to be on tonight because normally I'd go swimming on Mondays, and I kind of rather would, but I figured hey, I asked him to be on the least I could do was be here. But nope, he's not. And tomorrow I won't be because I'll be going swimming to make up not swimming tonight. Which means I'll have to ask my sister to record Gilmore Girls so that I don't miss it. And of course I have to study so that'll keep me busy... *thinks* at least the Japanese test was taken care of.

8 minutes now.... because I type slow and I paused to think about what I should talk about. Maude logged offline so I have no one to chat with anymore, except of course for Kikuo, but I don't actually feel like thinking up something to say so I'm not going to. Except that's sort of what I'm doing now, isn't it? Just rambleing so that I can be saying something and killing the now 7 minutes left until I log off.

6 minutes. Counting down isn't fun, have you ever noticed that? It implies you're waiting for something, and I don't generally find waiting fun. Now if you're doing something while you're waiting it's fine. Like up until ten'o'clock on my clock I was doing something. Which is why I started the countdown at 10:01, because I'd finished with what I wanted to say in my journal. Now I have nothing to say and I'm quite bored.

5 minutes. And it's cold. I know I keep saying that, but I keep thinking that. Did you know it snowed today? The first ime I've seen snow all winter. It doesn't snow a lot in western Washington. It actually snowed once in January, I think, but only a little and it melted quickly. The temperature on the ground was actually 40 some odd degrees, so it didn't stick or anything. But it was nice, sitting in the library working on somethings, and then looking up, right as the first bit of snow fell, and watching it hit the ground. 4 minutes.

Now I actually don't like snow. Snow is cold. I don't like the cold. I don't like warm stuff much, either, though. (3 minutes). Like anything above 85 degrees is normally too hot. Anything really muggy is normally too hot. I went to Japan and it was muggy all the time. It was also very rainy, but I don't mind the rain much. I actually like it at times. and wind, I really like wind. Not a cold wind, but a cool one on a day with the degrees in teh 70s. Standing in a T-shirt or a light jacket, just taking in the breeze.

2 minutes. Of course that doesn't work if you're anywhere it smells bad, or near a free way, or with a lot of people. Maybe if you're at a park, or when I'm outside at my dad's, or just stepped into a parking lot late at night when no one's around. Just that peaceful silence and the wind blowing against me. I rather like it.

1 minute. I'm all talked out. I could ramble more, but it's less fun when no one's listening. I'd rather hoped to have a good conversation tonight, because I don't know when else I'll get to. *shrugs* that's life, though, ain't it?

Time's up, I'm gonna go. Night everyone.