Temporary Madness.

More snow. It's lovely, I just get into my stuff and JUMP. It's great. Snowmen, snowangels, snowball fights (:

Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being "in love" which any of us can convince ourselves we are. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Your mother and I had it, we had roots that grew towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossom had fallen from our branches we found that we were one tree and not two. - St. Augustine

When walking on the snow, it crunches. It crunches right underneath your feet, the pressure rises through your foot. You feel pleasured by making a new step. Follow your own path, don't follow anyone else. If you follow someone else, you are not walking on fresh snow. It's a metaphor, to follow your thoughts, not your friend.

I'm currently inside (well obviously) writing or was writing my essay for Great Expectations. How does Dickens use language to create sympathy for Pip in the opening chapters of ‘Great Expectations’? Pip is a lovable character, no matter what he does. He always feels guilty for doing wrong.

Still ill with a cold. Haha. Dayum. Oh well, I'm in Ireland in only two days!!!! Can't wait. There'll be MORE snow and more parties and more family.. Yay.

Tarah for now.