Pyrotechnical display is just a fancy word for fireworks.
Daylight saving has ended and the days are one hour later now. Though I understand that in a way, this signified the beginning of winter, the weather change yesterday was ridiculous. It was even foggy outside, when I left. And it was cold enough that this morning I got out my poofy jacket, all ready to go.
Annie was moaning earlier today about bio. Or more specifically, about something along the lines of "bio is killing me in slow and painful ways". Added to her list of grievances is her eight 'o clock o-chem class. Once the nights get longer, gloom seeps in either but hey, all in the spirit of All Hallow's Eve, yes?
Class reg yesterday for me. 16 credits so far. Annie had taken a look at my schedule and pronounced me to be insane. I was not encouraged by the fact, but oh well, I'll take it as it comes.
Rose has had the free run of my room for three days now, and is currently deriving much pleasure from stalking the cat-nip-scented toy that Annie brought back over the weekend. (It's dead, Rose. DEAD. You may stop trying to kill it now.) She's also been sleeping outside for two nights, making it a very restless night for me the first night out and a very wary one the second. Last night she has migrated up the bed and eventually slept on my head (her breath's awful, for future references) so this morning I found my hair sticking out in all directions I've never thought possible before, despite of my discovery over the summer that I have, apparently, the type of hair that sticks up if clipped short enough. Hats are wonderful things.
And there will be lectures and work and homework and much rejoicing (with candy, of course) when it's all over. Cheers.
1 comment:
your schedule's way too busy, m'am.
also, just wait till Rose gets to know me and my hugging ways. you'll get right back to square 1 in socializing her ;P
p.s. that bit where you say "it'd dead, Rose. DEAD." just about killed me. harrr.
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