It's so not pretty outside. I want to be far away where it's nice and sunny, but not burning hot. I want to be able to relax. To be able to sit under a clean tree and read a book on a clear day with slight breezes in the wind keeping me nice, cool and content. I want to be able just be able to forget all the bad things and remember all of the good things. I just want to get away.

Sunset through the trees

The Snow made London Look like a Hurricane swept through it and deposited wet, sticky paper everywhere. Crossposted from: http://blog.nitemayr.com/2008/10/29/damn-you-snow-i-hate-yooooooou/

Swirls of mist in a clearing of foliage Titters of faery folk, barely audible In the rustling of the dark storm clouds As the sky breaks open over the meadow.

What a wonderful Sunday!  So nice out. We went up to NH Sat and waited all day for the 'noon' rain to come in, which eventually came in around 11 I think, with high winds. Sunday was beautiful,...tails are normal, but the fur lays flat, or seems to, like a paddle, and their hands are funny looking, long and hooked. I didn't even know there were flying squirrels around here. Poor thing.

I've spent the past few days travelling all over the country for house warming parties. On Friday, I headed out to Eugene's new house at Pettinain . It's a converted coach house which is very nice and... Next time, I'll try and visit a bit longer, and himp more. I'm now knackered. Next weekend I think I'll try to travel a bit less. The Set of Single Digit A-Roads I Travelled On This Weekend: {2,3,4,8

Ahh...I forgot to post a picture I took early today. And I don't know the girl who is talking to her mobile/writing. Oh, and I have a chemistry midterm coming up. Chemistry is one of the easier subjects, but I just hate it...it's so... ...:D

Songs tend to be my greatest inspiration, especially acoustic music. Songs that inspired this poem include: "Picture me in the '70s" by Anika Moa (on her Stolen Hill album); "Gravity" by John Mayer... hands; I with my fantasies of being a romantic hero, I will join this goddess in a tree and transcend this illusion of time with her. Copyright (c) 2008, Korii Scrivener. All Rights Reserved.

...was your parent who ordered it done. You thought you had explained how the dog was important to you, but ze either didn't listen or didn't care. That's something of how I felt about Pat having the trees in the front yard just brutally murdered. Ze didn't even give me a chance to say goodbye, or give me any warning. Ze had mentioned 'removing' the trees but I didn't think ze would do it without talking...