The End of Another Season

From my last post to this one, nothing, interesting at least, has happened in my life worth mentioning.  I did, however, introduce Mom to Rocky Horror Picture show and sang along to all the songs last night.  I can't believe she's never seen that classic!

Anyways, all of my favorite shows are back on the air, except for Doctor Who.  But I recently fell in love with the show Supernatural and I HIGHLY recommend it to all of and any of the strangers that stumble onto here.  Such a great show about life and death and yada yada yada.

I haven't finished reading any good books as of yet, but they'll have to wait until December, because this year I'm participating in NaNoWriMo again, which stands for National Novel Writing Month.  The goal is to write a 50,000 work novel by November 30th and if you finish the organization sends you a printed out award saying that you won NaNoWriMo.

I'm going to the Renaissance Festival this Saturday, so I might just post about that.  Depends on how much of a toll Nano has taken on me.

 I really need to update this more.  It's been almost four months of nothing.  This blog is becoming Sherlock/John Watson's blog (kudos to you if you get the references).

Summertime Nothingness

Life is quiet as ever as the summer jogs by.  Starting and stopping projects and gluing myself to television shows on repeat and endlessly pouring into the internet is all I seem to do.  The job search is still on and turning in applications soon.  Mom just bought me a cupcake tin (or whatever they're called) so I'll be having some fun experimenting with it sometime soon (possibly tonight). 

I took a break from reading, unintentionally.  I really want to reread The Memory of Running by Ron McLarty (highly recommend) but Mom's reminded me how much I want to reread The Fault in Our Stars by the wonderful John Green.  I introduced the book to her about a month ago and just the other day she finally opened it up and abruptly finished it off earlier today.  I still have to finish The Hound of the Baskervilles.  So many books, so little time.

Spring Changes

The semester is coming to a close and summer will soon be upon us.  I'm ready for a break.  I never really felt cut out for school; like a puzzle piece that's supposed to fit but the laser cutter didn't saw down the edge quite right so the piece just ends up sticking up a bit when it's all put together.  I'm not exactly sure where I'll end up academically in the future. 

It's thundering and raining outside for the second night in a row, and we'll probably have more of these stormy nights during the week.  I haven't experienced a thunder/rain storm without humidity in a very long while, it seems.  It's nice.  I've gotten too used to the cold weather, though.  Today was 75 with a light breeze and it felt like 88 to me.  When I go back home it's going to be probably in the 90s with lots of humidity and I think I'll just drown in the boiling moisture they call 'air'.

Fun and Vaginas

So the snow is finally melting here in Moscow, which means the ice is as well, which also means that I can now walk safely from my dorm to campus, which is pretty awesome.  All of next week it's going to be sunny and in the forties.  I never thought I would consider that to be warm weather before, but after a chilling winter mainly in the teens and twenties, forty-two degrees feels pretty nice.

Today has been a pretty good day.  I had my second art lab today and it turned out to be fun.  Last week we had to conceptualize some sort of monument/statue to represent the present state/values of our society or something of the sort.  It was pretty much just recreating the Statue of Liberty but modernizing it.  So our group came up with the idea to create a tree and the base would be made to look industrial, representing how we currently are too attached to pollutants and destroying nature and the like.  As you go up the tree, there is a transition from the hard industrial look to a more natural look; turning into an actual tree, which is supposed to represent the transition that we as a society need to make the change to focus more on green practices and so on.  It turned out pretty well, which surprised me, because last week it looked like crap.  But after painting it, it started to look less like a broken rocket ship and more like it was supposed to be.

 After my lab ended my friend Catherine and I ate a late lunch at Denny's here on campus, which helped to brighten up my day a bit.  Shortly after a few people from my hall went as a group to see The Vagina Monologues, which was terrific.  I've never heard the word vagina spoken so many times in just an hour.  I've got to say, the best line was "why have a hand gun when you can have a semi automatic?"  Hilarious.  My friend John would periodically lean over to me and say, "I'm so sorry for you." and then, "Man, I wish I was a woman." and then, "I'm so, so sorry for you."  After the monologues and standing outside the theater laughing about everything we've just seen and heard, we headed to the local bagel shop to warm up and then to a coffee shop called Bucer's and sat in the back room just talking and laughing.  My other friend John let me try his drink and now I can say that I have another favorite coffee: white chocolate mocha.  Delicious.  

Today was a really fun day and I hope more of my weekends will end up like this.  I think maybe next weekend a few of us are going to go ice skating, which I've never done before, so that will be interesting.

To Fall, Or Not To Fall?

 

Song of the Day: Megan by Anesthesia

So, the other day, I finally fell.  Well, halfway, at least.  I was walking to work, I think, and because the sidewalk on the block where I live isn't heated and the staff don't shovel it like they do the rest of the walkways on campus, all the snow that fell on it got compacted into ice from people walking on it all day long.  Since I'm still not that used to walking on ice, I take lots of baby steps; it may take me more time to get to a class, but at least I won't slip and fall, or so I thought.  So, I was walking to work and I guess, halfway up the block, my foot decided that it wanted to keep moving forward and I ended up landing sideways on my left hand.  It probably looked like I was leaning on the ground or doing some crazy push ups.  So, since I didn't completely end up covering the ground with myself, I'm not counting that as a fall.  My record still holds strong for the time being.

It still looks like Narnia, although the sun today was blinding.  It's supposed to snow again tomorrow and the day after that and pretty much for the next week or so.  Not sure if I'll ever get comfortable walking on ice.

The other day Catherine set up an appointment with a Realtor for us to see the inside of the house.  It took us forever to dig out Kayla's car from the foot-and-some snow/ice barrier that the plowers created while plowing the road.  Luckily a guy from the neighboring frat helped us out and we were able to get to the house on time.  It's a lot taller on the inside than I expected it to be; the walls must be nine or ten feet tall, at the least.  If we do end up getting the house I'll post some photos of the move in.  The two bedrooms on the main floor are pretty tiny and the one in the basement has low ceilings, but the house in general feels very comfortable to be in.  It's very quaint and I hope we do get it.

Snow, Feelings, and Tea.

So today was another snowy day in Moscow, ID.  The storm had finally passed last night, letting the sun creep through the sky for bit during the day.  Now, instead of snow falling from the sky, we have snow falling from the remaining tree limbs that were strong enough to stay attached to their trunks and from the sloped rooftops of the college buildings.  It looks a lot like Narnia, really.  Makes me want to reread that first story with a cup of hot tea.

All of the cars are covered in a foot of snow; several of them are having a hard time removing themselves from their parked position, from what I can hear through my window facing the street.  So much snow.  And so hard to walk on!  I've never in my life experienced this much snow and ice before, let alone had to walk across long distances of slippery ice.  Although I have slipped many a time since the snow began falling on this small town, I have yet to actually fall, which I am quite proud of. 

I finally finished The Fault in Our Stars, a brilliant book by John Green, and it has put me in the mood to cry and be sad, but not in an everything-in-this-world-sucks-and-no-one-knows-the-pain-and-sorrow-I'm-going-through sadness, but more of an I-appreciate-my-life-so-much-more-and-if-I-cry-I'll-feel-better-and-rejuvenated kind of sadness.  Of course, since it's so hard for me to produce tears, I'll just have to resort to making a hot cup of tea, eat chocolate, and re-watch the latest BBC Sherlock episode, The Reichenbach Fall, which will of course make me want to cry even more, but at least I'll feel a little better.

I ordered volume one of the Sherlock Holmes stories yesterday so hopefully in a few days time I'll be able to continue fueling my newest obsession.

My good friend, Catherine, is looking to buy a house here in Moscow by the campus and hopefully it will turn into a real thing.  My roommate and I would be living with her in the house as well.  Last week or so ago Catherine and I, along with two of our friends, went to see the house; it's a bright pale pink with dark purple trim.  I've taken the liberty to dubbing it The Minnie Mouse House.  I've already so many ideas as to what to do with the place.  It was built in 1924 and what I can tell from the interior photos, everything just looks perfect.  I really love living in the dorms and the people here are pretty amazing and all, but it would be nice to live in a "home" rather than a "place" if that makes any sense.