I'm leaving to the ice land.

     I'm in Lane right now not writing a paper--which is what I should be doing.  Directly across from me is the cape girl.  I didn't think she was at Gordon anymore.  Apparently I was wrong.  She isn't currently wearing a cape--sadly.  However, it is undoubtedly her.  I would recognize that cape girl anywhere.  Right now she's talking about Lady Gaga and anime with the girl who controls the card swiping action at for the Lane dinner shift.  I think she wants to make a Yu-Gi-Oh music video for one of Gaga's songs.  Beautiful.  Absolutely wonderful.

     My best friend and I are moving.  It's official.  I hope you will not miss me too much.  We're going far away to one of those islands at the top of Canada--the under-appreciated ones no one ever talks about.  We're going to build an igloo, and we'll live happily ice fishing until we die.  He is going to slay a polar bear for me, cause I need the fur to make a coat--I'm always cold.  I'm going to grow a garden on our ice island.  We're going to be counts--well, count and countess--the only residents with a wonderful greenhouse and furs for our outfits and blankets.  He says our igloo would only look like a regular igloos, however in reality it would be just like the houses on Tatooene with the underground rooms and everything.  He says it will be the only igloo with sun panel electricity and hydrogen gas generator plumbing.  Our bedroom has heated floors.  And the small kitchen has a rice steamer (cause I love rice) and a walk in "freezer" that is actually just a non sealed off room in the ice held together with steel.  The house also has satellite radio, internet, tv, and phone service.  Thank goodness for the radio.  He and I love Miike Snow.  (Which is ironic in light of where we'll be living.)  I will be painting the walls of our ice house.  One wall will have a painting of the ocean on it.  A beautiful, swelling ocean with seagulls flying overhead and huge, billowing clouds in the sky.  Another wall will have mountains and a forest painted on it.  Green, cliffy mountains covered in mysterious dark pines.  Other walls will retain the crisp, cool translucent color of Canadian ice.  The painted walls will remind us of home: the ice ones of our new life.  But we will be happy.  Happy as clams in our little igloo on the ice island.  We will miss our friends.  But once a week, they will all sail up in a rowboat to see us.  We will host igloo parties. We'll all go swimming in the cold, Canadian ocean.  And at night we will all drink hot chocolate before all snuggling down in a pile of polar bear fur blankets spread out on the floor of the living room with  the painted walls.  In the morning, when we all wake, I make tons of chocolate chip pancakes before packing them all up and sending them off back home in the rowboat sail boat.  And so we will never be lonely.  It will be a happy time.