Kraft Dinner, warm clothes, rain, and my blog

Ahh.... feels good to be warm again:) I went for a run this afternoon in the freezing cold rain. It was awesome. I went partly because I was royally pissed, and partly because I haven't been for a run since friday, provincials. I was really mad because of my afternoon at school. In math, last period, we had a supply, Mme. Corm. I was already tired, and after hearing her high, loud, squeaky voice for five minutes straight I already had a headache. Besides that, she is Russian and can not pronounce french words to save her life. Plus, she was trying to explain stuff to us in math and I have no idea what the hell we are doing. It was just bad. And then to top it off, i'm like twenty pages off finishing the best book ever, and as it turns out, it's going to be a cliffhanger ending, leading into the next book, and I AM FLAT BROKE AND CAN'T BUY IT! *fumes hysterically*... Anyways.. I needed to pound it all out with a good run.:) Felt amazing. And now, after my shower, I'm sitting here all warmed up with a good old bowl of kraft dinner, contemplating. Today I went for a run up in Cedar Ridge. I didn't feel like doing the commons one. And I went a little bit of a different way. Ended up having flash backs from when i used to live there. It was strange. Reminded me of how weird it was to move away from there, and how I always used to say when i was a kid that I would buy that house back when I grew up. I always knew that would never happen but I just wanted to believe it. It took me years to get used to the new house. Years. And now it feels like home. But there's always the pang I get in my stomach when I go by that house on birchdale. I think it's just the childish memories coming back to me, reminding me of what things used to be like. I'm not sure. But I think I finally have let go of it.