It's snowing

And has been practically all day.

We have, like, three inches of snow.

I looked like a snowman when I finished walking from the station. It really was a blizzard. I had to wrap my scarf around my face to be able to breathe, and shield my eyes, when the wind blew towards me.

Everyone has, predictably, gone insane.

The number of people shaking snow out of their ears is quite comical.

Now I need to eat lunch in 15mins before our Physics mock. Bah.

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I am not the person I want to be.

The person I want to be is out there having a snowball fight, and building snowmen.

The person I want to be is going to Rm36 in search of their scarf.

The person I want to be does what they say they're going to do, and replies to emails, and doesn't write bad HP fanfic, and doesn't ignore things they don't have the energy to change, because they never lack motivation when there is an obvious one staring them in the face.

The person I am is sitting in front of a computer in jumper, hat and coat (in a warm room indoors), and typing self-absorbed angsty whiny garbage. She cannot be bothered to do what she's supposed to be doing, scarfwise or otherwise, and she's too afraid to go out there and have fun.

She worries about exams she doesn't want to do well in.

Mnh. How stupid is she?

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Oh yes, and the Physics mock was 'snowed off', because we're all going somewhere to hear about what to do because the roads and trains and busses are all messed up by three inches of snow.

Not that I know where or when, but hey, irrelevant details.

Maybe I'll just stay here. Curl up on the floor and go to sleep. Hopefully it'll be a few decades before I wake up. But it won't make any difference. I won't be any different, and the problem here is me, not my circumstances, which are just about as good as you get, really.

Oh well. Time to get on with life, I guess.

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Although technically I could get a train, given that they're running (if a bit delayed), I'm not sure I can be bothered to trudge through the snow at the other end, as it's bound to be nasty and slippery (and possibly flooded) by now.

And I can't ring my parents because I only have their mobile phone numbers and neither of their phones are switched on, so I can't even inconvenience them to give me a lift from the station.

Hence I'm back, and am going to go get the 4:07, ringing my mother at home at about 4:15 to check what's happening.

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I now have roughly 7000 words of random HP fanfic, 5000 of which are vaguely associated with Footsteps (Lucius/Severus/Hermione - no, Naath, *not* all at the same time, and in fact not romantically at all) and 2000 of which are associated with Eyes of Jade (Blaise Zabini, possibly eventually degenerating into Draco/Ginny quasi-songfic). I actually have an entire plot, complete with dramatic action scenes, for Footsteps. As for Eyes of Jade, it's hovering between 'almost as bad as Kestra' and 'significantly worse than Kestra', and looks like a poorly disguised Mary Sue fic with added background angst. (Note to self: Green eyes are almost as bad a sign as purple ones. Especially when combined with long black hair.) I might feed people snippets of these if encouraged (nobody commented on the first chapter of Footsteps (what I posted on this journal being the prologue; I then took the chapter to storyness) which I posted, so I haven't posted story-stuff since), because let's face it, they desperately need feedback (mostly in the form of 'bad idea. no, worse than that. go back to writing bad 'original' SF/fantasy instead of bad fanfic.', I guess). And I still can't write Mylar's Crossing, or finish editing The Sky Goes On And On For You And Me, even less give it a better title, which it desperately needs.

Oh yes, and I have these little things called exams going on, too, but we won't worry about them too much.