powdertops.

I was able to scrape enough frost off of my windshield last night to make a miniature snowball. It ended up about the size of a marshmellow, and had somewhat the same texture; because the composition was entirely this light, fluffy frost, it was weightless. I attempted to throw it at Aaron when I went to work today, but by the time it had left my hand, it had disintegrated and ended up just looking like a powder burst from my fingertips. Apparently looked kinda cool, though, so, I guess it works.

I wish it would snow down here, damn it. This is the latest it’s taken to snow in about 5 years. It’s nothing like when I lived in Chicago. Jesus, the lake effect snows up there were nothing short of legendary. A foot or two a weekend was a casual affair. We went to school in it as if it were a light drizzle, which always cracked me up. I’d be trudging along the mush and slush, snowball in hand in case the sixth graders decided to attempt an ambush. Since it was me, Andrew, David and Josh walking together, it was a little harder to catch us off guard than say, little Davey going by himself down Calumet. I can’t tell you how many times we’d toddle into the hallway and Davey would be sitting against his locker, wailing away because there was so much snow in his jacket/pants/underoos/etc that every inch of his skin had to be a lovely shade of mauve.

I may be 23, but dammit, I just want to walk into the middle of a snowfield with about 20 of my friends, build two snow forts, and just have a war for a full day. I mean, come on, can you imagine? Have each team be equipped with one ATV (I refuse to say four wheeler, even if I am living in the south) and one inner tube for drive-bys (along a set path; can’t exactly have the ATV plow through people, though maybe…*thinks happy thoughts*) and use paintballs to color the snowballs; if you’re hit, you’re out. See, when I have too much free time on my hands, these types of thoughts and conjurations become the norm. But, eh, what can you do?

Also, job interview today. We’ll see how that goes, I suppose. Time to reintroduce myself to actual, factual life, it seems.