Tracks in the Snow

I love snow. It's so perfect and white, it shines and sparkles in the sun, and it covers the ground in a wonderful, angelic blanket. It covers the impurities and imperfections of this world, creating a world only seen by the truly lucky. I can't imagine a winter without being graced by the fluffy snowflakes that fall and "lay on my nose and eyelashes." As much as I know that I would get severe frostbite, snow gives me the biggest urge to just lay in it and watch it fall from the sky. I almost hate letting my dog outside because she gallivants around the yard, making tracks in the smooth landscape. But I cannot deny someone that excitement, not even a dog. Her eyes gleam in a youthful manner as they did all the time when she was a puppy. It gives me hope that she will never grow old and leave me.

High Expectations

I think I look at the good side of things too much. I get my hopes up too much. I thought that this semester was going to be easier...I hoped and prayed it was. Unfortunately things are not looking up. Two days in and I'm already tired, even though I'm being pumped full of supplements that are supposed to give me more energy and make me more awake. Exhaustion, bone-tired, physically shot-those all have new meanings to me. It's two days in!! I lack a certain will to push forward. People always joke that sleeping and eating are some of the things they always do, like a hobby. Not sleeping is my new hobby; number one on my list. What happened to hobbies being something you enjoyed? I think that concept has been thrown out the window and blown away by the wind. Why am I such an overachiever, why couldn't I be a mediocre student, less than average. Lazy, the real me, the one hiding deep inside, is the laziest creature you'll ever see. That's who I want to be.