Lugubrious

My Art History teacher set homework to find the definition of 'lugubrious', which is now my new favourite word. Not the definition (gloomy, mournful or dismal, especially to an exaggerated degree) but the way it sounds and rolls off your tongue and feels as it leaves your mouth.

Just about all of the blogs that I follow talked about the snow, reinforcing my belief (if you can call it one, perhaps just a passing thought) that the snow has had a profound effect on everyone, as London NEVER gets snow like this! At least not for 18 years, but I wasn't alive then, I was an embryo in my mum's womb.

Walking through it, watching it out the window, playing in it, hearing about it, feeling it, hearing the silence that it brings as it blankets everything around you.

Snow makes me feel poetic.

Not in a 'I'm going to go write a poem about the snow' feeling, but everything becomes symbolic or significant and you find yourself thinking more.

I love the cleanness of the snow; crisp, stark, soft, white, new. Everything looks different and everything becomes more romantic and poetic.

I love the cycle of snow; the new fall that surprises every man, woman, child and DOG, waking up to a winter wonderland. No cars come out to play, buses are cancelled and no aeroplanes are soaring above to disturb us city dwellers. Peaceful.

Ironically, it was on Monday that I felt the more Christmasy than I had in December; it was as if we had stepped into the set of 'Last Christmas'. A day full of snowball fights, 'fort' building, snowmen, sledging, igloos and talking whilst romping and stomping in the wonderful snow. {Photos credited to the cuz}

On Tuesday, I became disillusioned by the neige.

It had become brown, grey, slushy, icy, slippery; a hindrance rather than a present. I stayed inside, and only ventured out to get ingredients for dinner and to test out our new car :)

I filled my time with reading and talk amongst old friends who visited from Norway. I want to live in Scandinavia now.

On Wednesday, we reluctantly returned to college, slipping and sliding all over the place and getting stuck outside because of a false fire alarm. Sigh. Thursday was a good day too, I came home feeling perfectly happy, for no good reason, as nothing extraordinary or exciting had happened.

Yesterday was an amazing day for me, although to others, it will sound like a day of nutters gathering together and talking about something that doesn't exist, to them anyway. I met with God and learned about how to become better at communicating with him and I learned of wonderful things that he has done. I'm a pomegranate.

I feel that today is going to be a good day - well, it has already been a good day! I've done my French homework (bien sur!), written a blog entry, HAD SUM OJ, tasted some of my Mum's shortcrust Strawberry tart and can smell her making pumpkin pie and meatloaf for the Thomas' who are coming round within the hour. I'm looking forward to them coming, as I'll get to talk to Abi and find out how Paris was, how her mocks went and generally catch up! Good food, good friends, good times.

At the moment I can hear Snow Patrol, who my parents have gotten into recently and I did hear my brother listen to How To Save A Life, but set to a video someone made of the Gorrillaz. I liked it. HAPPY MUSIC TIMEZ.

Let's hope that we can get through this week without any scratches or bruises and then enjoy half term without too much work! I'm looking forward to seeing people again :)

Adieu!