On the other hand, snow is good, and sometime next week I'm going skiing with Sarah and Attila and anyone else who wants to come, even though I haven't gone skiing in at least 2 years. Ah well, I've been on skis since I was 3 or 4, so my body probably remembers how to avoid falling.
Gah. My coat sleeves keep deciding to creep over my wrists and press keys they're not supposed to.
I read the book "Stitches" yesterday, and it was awesome. A girly boy who likes sewing, a puppet show of "A Midsummer Night's Dream," and lots of craziness. It made me remember why I like young adult fiction so much. Though I seem to be kind of retarded as to figuring out a book's setting, because I was pondering a lot of the unusual things in the book (half the characters had uncommon names, and the school system was different) before I realized that it took place in Canada, and suddenly everything made sense.
I still have "Apples and Bananas" in my head, and it doesn't look like it will go away soon. At least it's better than having annoying Christmas music in my head. And no, Rose, "The Christians and the Pagans" doesn't count as a Christmas song. It's too good for that.
