• i'm not quite sure what a journal's use is on a lyrics site. but my inner hippie tells me not to waste and to embrace what ever is given to me. so, it's cold here. really, really cold. but it's not so bad. you get use to it after a while. [it only took four harsh winters to get use to the cold here, heh.] it's good weather to run in. with the exception of the ice. but, after you've fallen on possibly every patch of black ice that the town could possibly have, you learn to avoid it. plus, there's always that factor of winter that could either make or break the season; the presence of a significant other. this winter, i'm lucky enough to have some one to cling to me when it gets this cold. which definitely makes the stinging wind feel less harsh. sadly though, at the moment, the said belle is busy working and i've been studying all night so i'm amusing myself by writing in this although no one really cares and no one will really read it. but all is well. my inner hippie is at peace now.

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