Delicious.

I made an awesome dinner tonight. Well, half of it. I made the rotini and my dad made meatballs. Deeeeeeelish.

Remind me never to say that again.

And now I have the hiccups. Wonderful.

So I was taking a walk around yesterday goin' to Gracem's and it was awesome. It was just so glorious to feel warm weather again, even though everything was still sort of dead-looking. The grass was all yellowy and there were small chunks of dirty snow in various places. And then I started thinking of this poem, or at least poem segments. And I didn't want to forget anything, so I'll leave it here:

It's been a while since I've seen the sun. I took a step outside to day and breathed in air that wasn't as bitterly cold as usual. The oxygen was much denser. I could feel it in my lungs. Everything just seemed so much brighter as I walked. I didn't mind the sun in my eyes for once, since it had been such a long, deathly winter. The grass around me had certainly taken its toll from being trapped underneath heavy comforters of snow, shielded away from its life support for so long. But I knew that soon, the luscious green color would return again before I knew it. As I looked back up, I noticed that the thin, scraggly branches of the trees already started to sprout tiny buds of all different shades of red, pink, and orange. Spring is coming, finally.

That's all I really have so far, though I doubt I'll think about anything more to put in there. I'm not really much of a poet. :/