Cottages are absolutely wonderful.

     It finally snowed, and everything is shiny. The frozen lake is covered in a blanket of snow which sparkles blue in the sunlight, and the boughs of evergreen trees are drooping under the weight of even more celestial dandruff.*

     It started snowing on Friday, in the afternoon. I was going up the chairlift, at the ski resort, and suddenly these flakes were swirling around me, 360 degrees. It felt like flying.

     I went for a walk on the lake yesterday with the family, along the shore for a really long way. There were these little indentations in the snow, and when I brushed the snow away I found little fault lines from the expanding ice, cracks where two ice plates bumped into each other. It was really awesome.

"Gabi, why are you taking pictures of icicles?"

     I'm completely in awe of how cool nature is, especially water. Have you ever thought about how water is made up of two extremely flammable gases but puts out fires? Yeah. It's that cool. And I'm that geeky. So I walked around with a camera for a while, hunting down icicles.








     So this weekend was fun. I also went to another bookstore and picked up two books. I got new clothing and my mom forced me to get a manicure. My host sister and I spent three hours cleaning my room, and I am forever indebted to her floor-uncovering skills. I nursed my hurt arm, and fondled my NEW SILVER WRESTLING MEDAL.** I will henceforth be using it to intimidate people I don't like, because large words don't always work as nicely.

     I just realized that I have to finalize my course selections. For tomorrow. (cue hyperventilation) I'm going to go figure that out.

*I've wanted to use that phrase for a really long time.
** Granted, it was a team medal. More about wrestling is forthcoming.

The couch in my living room is grumpy.

     I had been spending the entire day* thinking of something to write about. Then it hit me, literally. (Pardon the clichéd joke. Please? I'll give you a cookie.)

     I was just standing up, teary-eyed from the conclusion of a certain internet movie, when a curtain rod with a full complement of drapery violently fell onto my face. After disentangling myself, I realized that the rod had not just fallen off of its holders. For some reason, the pressure I had somehow managed to exert on it while getting up from the couch was enough to make the rod pull apart at a joint out of pure spite.

     What you have to understand is that inanimate objects, pieces of furniture in particular, don't like me. I've been scratched my by seemingly innocuous benches and bruised by ottomans. I've fallen backwards on chairs and slammed my fingers in drawers. My foot was once viciously attacked by an automated city bus door. 

Can't you see the murderous glint in its eyes?
Just imagine it has eyes, okay?

    So now I'm sitting in a room full of objects that have it out for me, with broken curtains to boot. If it comes to a full-out war, I suppose I could ally with the paintings.** [insert art-related pun here] 

     Speaking of art, it turns out that I don't have enough arts credits to graduate. Which is funny, because I spend so much of my free time doing weird artsy stuff. I think I'll probably take either guitar or vocal arts (the fancy way to say "singing.") with the grade a year younger than mine next year, even though I play guitar and have had vocal training already. I don't have the pre-requisites for anything else. 

     That was sufficiently off topic. I think that I'll head off to bed before that lampshade finds something to be upset about.

*Entire meaning the time I didn't spend reading, sleeping, sitting on babies, or watching Dr. Horrible's Singalong Blog.

** My grandmother is an Artist, which means that the walls of my house are covered with lovely canvases.

-Gabi

Awesome amazing webcomic of the day: Christopher has an extremely funny webcomic over at http://lizardworm.com! There are also forums.