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Sep. 12th, 2009 02:50 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
yuuagoWhen I was reading The Diviners I came across this passage and thought it was beautiful. It describes our winters in such a way that I've tried to before, but never quite managed. Here:
Winter, and snow of many textures. Hard-packed snow on Portage Avenue and the downtown streets, dirty from the trampling boots. Deep, dry snow, creaking underfoot on the ten-million-mile trek from streetcar to house. And on lawns and little-used road-sides, the drifts are three-feet-high, crusted and white like royal icing, and when you break through the crust, the snow underneath is light and powdery as icing sugar. Snow everywhere. Black bare tree boughs are transformed overnight into white glittering traceries, candelabra, chandeliers of trees, the sun lighting them as though from within. In the mornings, frost patterns on the bedroom window, painted by windbrushes. Beautiful, but bloody cold. The breath seems to freeze in your throat, and your lungs feel full of ice.
And that's that.
Today was an okay day. I slept in ridiculously late (I woke up at around 10, but stayed in bed until something like 12:30, pfft) then headed to the school for ECC Coffee Time. That went pretty all right. Saw Heather, and got to talk more with the chick from Acadia, whose name I can't remember, though it starts with a K. Or a C. We'll say K. After that K and I went to the book store to grab our textbooks for the Film course, as we're both in it. Man was that expensive. $200. I'm just glad I'm not in the sciences, else it would be worse.
Anyway, she drove me home because we both live on Broadway. That was nice. She seems pretty okay. On the one hand, it's great to be able to talk with someone about Acadia and that. On the other hand, it all makes me miss Acadia and Wolfville so much. Nngh. Kind of a homesick feeling I guess. Well, not even 'kind of' - I guess it really would be, as I did live there four years, and considered it my home.
Mm. Need to do more homework this weekend. Well, I'll get on that. I had planned to see "9" tonight, but I figured that since it has only been out a few days, and this is a Friday, it would probably still be busy. I think I might go on Sunday, because I do not have school on Monday. We'll have to see how I'm feeling at that time.
I did some writing tonight, but I'm not sure where I'm going with it. Bah. I feel a little bit aimless.
Winter, and snow of many textures. Hard-packed snow on Portage Avenue and the downtown streets, dirty from the trampling boots. Deep, dry snow, creaking underfoot on the ten-million-mile trek from streetcar to house. And on lawns and little-used road-sides, the drifts are three-feet-high, crusted and white like royal icing, and when you break through the crust, the snow underneath is light and powdery as icing sugar. Snow everywhere. Black bare tree boughs are transformed overnight into white glittering traceries, candelabra, chandeliers of trees, the sun lighting them as though from within. In the mornings, frost patterns on the bedroom window, painted by windbrushes. Beautiful, but bloody cold. The breath seems to freeze in your throat, and your lungs feel full of ice.
And that's that.
Today was an okay day. I slept in ridiculously late (I woke up at around 10, but stayed in bed until something like 12:30, pfft) then headed to the school for ECC Coffee Time. That went pretty all right. Saw Heather, and got to talk more with the chick from Acadia, whose name I can't remember, though it starts with a K. Or a C. We'll say K. After that K and I went to the book store to grab our textbooks for the Film course, as we're both in it. Man was that expensive. $200. I'm just glad I'm not in the sciences, else it would be worse.
Anyway, she drove me home because we both live on Broadway. That was nice. She seems pretty okay. On the one hand, it's great to be able to talk with someone about Acadia and that. On the other hand, it all makes me miss Acadia and Wolfville so much. Nngh. Kind of a homesick feeling I guess. Well, not even 'kind of' - I guess it really would be, as I did live there four years, and considered it my home.
Mm. Need to do more homework this weekend. Well, I'll get on that. I had planned to see "9" tonight, but I figured that since it has only been out a few days, and this is a Friday, it would probably still be busy. I think I might go on Sunday, because I do not have school on Monday. We'll have to see how I'm feeling at that time.
I did some writing tonight, but I'm not sure where I'm going with it. Bah. I feel a little bit aimless.
Yuu. Fic writer & book lover. M/Canada.![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
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Date: 2009-09-12 08:35 pm (UTC)Gods, if I could draw at all, I would be totally on this like frosting on cake.
Also, if you were in sciences it would be $200 for one book (and they almost never sell back for more than $50). ;~; I die a little inside every semester.
*~HUG~* ♥
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Date: 2009-09-13 04:05 am (UTC)I should buy stuff for painting lessons soon, studies are expensive business ;;;;
I need to check when we'll have "9" here, I love all Burton's movies(esp Edward Scissorhands)
I'm happy that you are writing something new, I can't wait to read it :)
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Date: 2009-09-13 06:34 am (UTC)Studies are very expensive indeed - it sucks that getting an education costs so much!
And omg, Edward Scissorhands is one of my favourite movies <3 I did not get to see it until a few years ago though.
I'm not sure when the new thing will be done, but hopefully soon. <3
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Date: 2009-09-13 07:28 am (UTC)I always cry on Edward, it's really magical movie ;__;
I wish you a lot of motivation to finish that new thing, a few days ago I read most of your fics again - you are seriously my favourite writer in whole fandom XD;