In one of my life's pathetic attempts at adventure, I stopped a runaway horse today. And everyone told me I did good, when really all I did was stand in front of the damn thing and hope it wouldn't run me over.
It didn't. Unfortunately.
Because now that winter's here, it means snow is just around the corner. Now, I like snow--for about a day. I don't mind going somewhere to play in the snow for a couple of hours, but I want to be able to go home to my nice, warm room with some hot chocolate and whatnot. But snow is not considerate.
See, I live on a hill. When it snows, I am pretty much stuck at home. And to top it all off, we usually lose power. Hell, if it snows, we WILL lose power. That's just the way the trees are designed.
Stupid trees.
So I'm not looking forward to the snow for many different reasons, not the least of which is the memory of last winter. We lost power for about a week, and eventually had to go live with family friends. They have a lively six year old who thinks I'm cooler than Barbie.
It was HELL. She wouldn't leave me alone, ever; I had my laptop and a few books to stave off boredom with; I couldn't see any of my friends; and I had no idea when we'd be able to go back home. The next time we lose power for more than a few days, I'm going to build myself a bloody IGLOO before I stay with another family.
And yeah, that's not really pleasant either, so it better not snow.
When I apply to colleges, Hawaii is first on my list.
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