Snow and Marshmellows

Don’t you just love it when you can laugh out loud in the middle of nowhere, as if no one was watching, and you give a rat’s ass about it? I wuv it. I was walking back home after class today and then I saw one of my roomies, Guillaume (I’ve decided to call him Guimauve, which means marshmellow), who was on his way to the sports centre. The freaking kid wanted to start a snow fight, but he decided it was more fun to wrestle and push me and there we were, rolling on the snow, and yours truly was screaming like a monkey. Then we went separate ways and I couldn’t stop laughing, not to mention that I fell on my butt again when coming down the hill on the snow path, so I laughed even more.

It feels great because during a long time things like this didn’t happen to me, it may sound stupid and too simple or not out of this world, but my life was boring and now it isn’t boring anymore… and I’m loving every minute!