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Current Location:	home
Current Mood:	accomplished

I am ready for the semester to be over, this break is going to be good for me I think.  Give me some time to catch up on things. 

Uhg...I am so tired.  I haven't been sleeping well and it sucks.  I can't fall asleep and then I can't stay asleep or when I wake up I am achy all over.  Suck.  I can't wait to be back in my love's arms because I can always sleep there or at least feel content.  It won't be long before he is living here so I shall continue to count the days.  

And now I shall curl up around my cup of hot tea and work on a few things.

Au revoir mes petits.

L'amour

Miranda

Current Location:	Front Desk
Current Mood:	sleepy
Current Music:	Crush Crush Crush - Paramore

I want to model but I don't have any shoots planned and again time is an issue.

I want to shop for a better wardrobe, but again time and money get in the way.

I just really feel like I'm in a creative rut and I don't know how to get out of it.  I have a deadline for the dress so there is at least that.

Arg

Remember folks:  Madness is only the beginning!

Miranda

Current Location:	Work
Current Mood:	crappy
Current Music:	None :(

It's five in the morning when I hear my step-mother open the door a crack and speak my name softly.  I moan incoherently despite being awake enough to respond. I just don't.  In my mind I can only wonder; why would someone bother me at 5 in the morning on a week day? Usually when I sound like I am mostly asleep, she leaves me alone. This time she doesn't.

"It's snowing."

Two words (okay, a contraction and one word) but it’s enough to make me wake up entirely.

"I'm coming, I'm coming!" I shout as I tumble from bed and try my best to find the warmest clothes that I own.  Only…I don't want to take too long… because then the snow might be gone. So I throw a robe over my pajamas and run to the door. 

The cold hits my face before I can even see out into the dark of the early morning. I gasp.  It's not just snowing...its...sticking and there are already two or three inches on the ground. It’s not falling in flurries. It’s a snowstorm.

The wind blows and I realize that I can't go outside the way I am. I dash back to my room and layer as many clothes as is possible, one on top of another; two pairs of pants, three shirts, two pairs of socks, gloves, scarf and shoes. 

Back outside the snow is still coming down, collecting on the trees and roof and ground. All I can do for a few moments is stand in it.  I look around, my dad is taking pictures and my step-mom is holding on to him while my little brother and sister dash about. 

"Dad!” I call loudly, "Did you wake up Amy?"

He shakes his head and I know I have to try.  She may be only 4 but the last time it snowed like this was long before I was born.  She's grumpy and groggy but I manage to scoop her into my arms and carry her out under the carport.

"Look, Amy," I whisper excitedly, "It's snowing."

As she pries her eyes open, she looks out in the morning before the dawn and gasps, then smiles and holds out her hand.  A few flakes fall onto her palm and she decides that she wants to go back inside and watch from the window.  But I can't go back inside.  It's too marvelous and I can't let it go to waste!  The other two children and I hurry to the backyard where we realize that there is enough snow to build a snowman...not a small, foot tall, one but a true life-sized snowman!  Unfortunately… he leans and we never even get to put on his face before the weight of the mounting snow topples him.  But we don't care...we got to build him and that was enough.

That was when we heard it. The unmistakable sound of wood splintering and a crash as the first branch is felled by the snow.  It makes us jump.  The sound is familiar, a hurricane sound, but never before has it been caused by snow.  The cold has begun to set in and we are wet so we shuffle back inside, slip into warm clothes and set our minds to making hot chocolate.  I smile as I take a sip thinking to myself; this is what winter means. It means waiting twenty years to wake up at 5 in the morning and run outside, insufficiently bundled just to watch the snow fall.

Current Location:	Home
Current Mood:	nervous
Current Music:	Icicle - Tori Amos

That day, the saucers landed. Hundreds of them, golden,
Silent, coming down from the sky like great snowflakes,
And the people of Earth stood and
          stared as they descended,
Waiting, dry-mouthed, to find what waited inside for us
And none of us knowing if we would be here tomorrow
But you didn’t notice it because

That day, the day the saucers came, by some coincidence,
Was the day that the graves gave up their dead
And the zombies pushed up through soft earth
or erupted, shambling and dull-eyed, unstoppable,
Came towards us, the living, and we screamed and ran,
But you did not notice this because

On the saucer day, which was the zombie day, it was
Ragnarok also, and the television screens showed us
A ship built of dead-men’s nails, a serpent, a wolf,
All bigger than the mind could hold,
          and the cameraman could
Not get far enough away, and then the Gods came out
But you did not see them coming because

On the saucer-zombie-battling-gods
          day the floodgates broke
And each of us was engulfed by genies and sprites
Offering us wishes and wonders and eternities
And charm and cleverness and true
          brave hearts and pots of gold
While giants feefofummed across
          the land, and killer bees,
But you had no idea of any of this because

That day, the saucer day the zombie day
The Ragnarok and fairies day, the
          day the great winds came
And snows, and the cities turned to crystal, the day
All plants died, plastics dissolved, the day the
Computers turned, the screens telling
         us we would obey, the day
Angels, drunk and muddled, stumbled from the bars,
And all the bells of London were sounded, the day
Animals spoke to us in Assyrian, the Yeti day,
The fluttering capes and arrival of
         the Time Machine day,
You didn’t notice any of this because
you were sitting in your room, not doing anything
not ever reading, not really, just
looking at your telephone,
wondering if I was going to call.