It's odd. We fight for so long, and then we talk like that. Maybe I can't hate her. I know I probably should. I feel like soup today. Liquid-y and warm.. yet not quite filling. Half of the sky is a bright, vibrant blue. the other half is dark dark grey. Almost snow cloud-y. I wish it would snow. I woke up this morning and opened my curtain. The window was foggy and it gave a snowy illusion to what was outside my window. It made me sad when I realized it was only fog... nothing more. I made a barbie look emo. It's retarded. I'm avoiding reading the Odyssey. I'd rather read the 12th Series of Unfortuante Events than read that. It is so... boring... in a word. I have a frozen tin of candy. The little swoops taste like christmas. I want hot chocolate... I can't wait until thanksgiving, until the lights turn on, until it snows. Sigh. I love this time of year. I feel drunk on memory. I am letthing the memories of last year keep me floating... buzzed. It's working. I have a real smile on my face, even just a small one. It is real. It is good.