It was a cold and stormy night..

I kinda hate walking home in the dark. But I've gotten used to it. But I especially hate walking home in the dark when it is SUPER COLD. Aka: January.

There's just nothing fun about it. All that shivering and nose-running. Eckk.

But last night, I got to thinking, and I thought about how, in movies, there always seems to be montages of people walking late at night on empty streets, set to music.

So I did the normal thing and decided to listen to my iPod and pretend I was in a movie. (duh)

First, I played some sad love songs and walked with sadness and longing in my eyes, imagining an entire theater of people, their eyes glistening as they watch me walk away from the love of my life after we broke up.

Then I played some epic music and pretended to be a female spy, hunting someone down in the dark of the night.

Then I played an introspective song and pretended to be someone walking home after years and years of being away.

And then I got to my apartment.

My mother always says I was an imaginative child. Hmm.