snow is everywhere and i want to put on my mittens, wrap up in my hat and scarf and build a small snowman, skitter down the frozen sidewalk, make angel wings.

snow was the perfect ending to last night, a sign.

the david lynch lecture bothered me. not just that when someone promises they will save you two seats and when you get there, people are overflowing out into the hall and you have to hunch on stairs and your underwear are hanging out the back of your jeans, but that the professor related everything to freud and oedipal complexes and phallic imagery and that is not what i get out of his movies at all. i was disappointed by her thesis and people were laughing at parts that weren't funny and so i went home and watched dr. no under blankets with hot chocolate and oh! the snow.