2.23.2003 11:36 am

Well, would you look at that? It's still morning. Imagine that.

Remember when I used to write that stand up? Whatever happened to that?

Morgan is fighting with my mom about her hair. "IT'S NOT SOAKING WET! I don't wanna blow dry it! It's not soaking wet, it's just a little bit wet, just wet enough to get my shirt wet! It's not soaking wet! You don't even believe me, you're just like 'Okay...'"

Oh Morgan. Mom had some inaudible mumbling in there too. Morgan just likes to start fights. It's rather annoying, if I do say.

WHEN WILL WINTER END?! It's been going on forever! I have never seen this much snow in one winter in my life. Usually, you know, it just snows a little once or twice (and if it's a bad winter, three). But that's it! If we get lucky we might get one snow day from ice, and usually that doesn't even happen. The worst winter I ever saw while I was here was in fourth grade when it snowed a ton in January and we got seven days in a row off, but then it didn't snow the rest of the winter. But not this year, oh no. We've had four snow days, but it's snowed ALL FUCKING WINTER. ONCE the snow melted. ONCE. It was 45 degrees yesterday and it still wouldn't melt! Either that, or it did melt during the night, but it started snowing again, and that's why it looks the same.

I hate this weather. You know, this place isn't that bad in the summer, but I cannot stand winter. I swear, as soon as I get the chance, I'm leaving this place for good. Somewhere where there is no winter, and if there is, it's very mild. Like New Orleans. After this winter, I have four more left, and I never have to live through another one again. I'll go to California and become a big movie star and avoid the cold for the rest of my life. All I've got to do is survive four more winters. Four more years in this wretched place. That's it! Never again! All I'll have left are the memories and the notebooks, because Mom and Dad are leaving when Morgan graduates from high school. So four more years, and 3 years of visits. And that's it.

I'll also make a point of leaving a flaming bag of poo on Andrew's door step, just because right now I don't feel like a romantic, so I'm a little pissed.