What was that streak of light?

Me! Driving away from campus as fast as I safely could! Last final was finished this morning. Now all I need to do is wrap up my graphics project and hit the road, never to see this school till next year. Ha! I love break.

Winter Tail

Yesterday my sisters and I were walking my dog through our plowed field. Strider was franticly nosing around and scared up a little mouse. Strider pounced, caught it in his mouth and began to toss it. I really don't want him eating mice and began to yell at the silly dog. Since the mouse seemed unharmed, the little girls and I tried to take it from Strider. I scooped it between my gloved hands, but the mouse jumped out. The little girls shrieked, because we had no idea were the mouse ran to.
My sister Kathleen ventured, "Maybe it ran into your scarf."
Sudden images of a mouse running down my pant leg prompted me to take off my scarf and coat rapidly.
"Nope, not in there." said Elizabeth as I shook out my scarf and patted down my jacket.
Just when we had decided the mouse must have jumped to the ground, Elizabeth handed my coat back. She let out a yell and almost dropped it. A mouse tail was sticking out the collar. I grabbed the mouse and handed it to Kathleen so I could slip my jacket back on. Unfortunately, the mouse took this as a chance to escape and Strider snagged it before we could do anything. We were going to take the mouse again, but noticed little specks of blood on the snow. If it was wounded, we thought it best that Strider finish the mouse off rather than let it suffer.
"Stupid dog." Muttered Elizabeth, "That looked like Martin the Warrior."
I was feeling the same way. The animal world is so cut-throat, driven by instinct. It is sad that humans are crossing over that line into the animal world. What ever happened to reason and morals? Animal Farm in the reverse.

Crazy fashion

It is extremely cold. I hear the radio say it was one degree this morning. It think it has warmed up a few degrees since... Hopefully. I wore my jeans with holes in the knees today. Bad idea. The wind cut right through the holes. I felt like a walking popsicle. I really should get rid of the pants, but I hate throwing them away if they aren't worn to bits. Currently, there are holes in both knees, holes where my pocket knife rubs (in BOTH pockets), and a ragged edge along the bottom. The funny thing is that the other day a lady told me she liked my jeans. I looked down at my faded pants and said "Thanks, they are three years old." She was a little startled, she must have thought I bought my jeans that way. Why would anyone in their right mind buy pants with pre-made holes?!?!?
fashion is so strange. I love it when my mom goes shopping with me and makes fun of all the styles. She can pick out what time periods they are from and how well they worked or how awful and unflattering the cut was. She also thinks pre-holed jeans are silly. Besides letting the cold air in, they wear out faster.