Balaclava and 12 Other Things I Won't Make Today

So here I am, listening to Duran Duran at two in the afternoon. Today is yet another snow day and while I find myself enjoying this far more than school I am endlessly bored. Also I feel the need to actually write while blowing off homework at the same time. I know it doesn't make sense, but neither do I! Overall I think snow days are meant to be drab and pointless anyway. There is little excitement to them and only two reasons they matter: when you find out the night before and can stay up longer or when it's getting close to the time to get up at about six in the morning when the world is still dead and you find out that you may also remain barely alluded to the world for a few more hours as well. Before the sun starts shooting slits of light between the blinds, blinding you instead. When you are too groggy to really grasp what's going on just grateful it is. That's when the snow day matters, not when you actually wake up around ten and realize that the day is half gone already, there is too much snow to leave the house, nothing on tv, and only about five of your "friends" on facebook. haha I can never seem to actually accomplish anything on a snow day either. I always set myself up, give myself a pep talk, and then.......plop myself down in a chair. Like for example right now! Every idea I get is a result of laziness. I could watch a movie, read a book, perhaps cut up some magazines in search of interesting pictures. These are all things I like to do but don't require much skill and little to no physical activity. During times like this making my bed is a huge accomplishment! The thinking process is dead. Nothing clever came to me as I ate my cereal while watching a cooking show, and I can hardly answer when my father asks it I want a grilled cheese. I have become as pointless as the day I'm stuck in, yet I wish for another tomorrow. The way things are looking we might have one giant snow day taking up the rest of the week, what then shall be left when I go back? My brain shall be a mixture of mush and song lyrics..............as it is already I suppose. I find myself wondering how the others are coping and if they are more productive than I. I suppose it doesn't matter if they are, just a thought. Why should I do anything worth while with my time when time isn't even worth while. Kurt Vonnegut said, "What is time? It is a serpent which eats its tail." So I suppose I shall get it back, perhaps tomorrow, and I shall try again then.