Let it snow. Let it snow. Let it stop snowing.
Finals are done. Time for break. Can't wait for Christmas. So excited. It's snowing. Hard. Doesn't stop. Winter storm advisory. 7-10 inches. Roads are bad. Can't Drive. Stranded here. Sad. Want to cry. Played in snow. Very cold. Now nothing to do. Just sitting here. Bored. Back hurts. Hungry. No food. Keeps snowing. Blizzard. Trying to be quiet. Roommate sleeping. What to do? Want to be home. But I'm here. Stranded. Cold. Bored. Outside the snow is falling...
I'm dreaming of a white Christmas...
Let is snow, let it snow...
Dashing through the snow...
In the lane, snow is glistening...
To hear, sleigh bells in the snow...
Walking in a winter wonderland...
It's beautiful how simplistic kids think. I wish I could go back to that. Why do things become more complicated as we get older? Why over analyze? Why not just let things be? I just had an eerie flashback. Back to the days of a crammed household, with the foosball table and bookcase shoved in the smallest room ever created. Stickers tarnished the top of the yellow bookcase filled with a variety of books to please the parents, the brothers, and the sisters. As my siblings play a game of foosball, I brows the collection and stumble upon some religious children's books. As a curious child, I ask about one of the books. The full conversation that followed is incomplete in my mind so many years later. However, I do recall being told that God was always with us. I was slightly confused by this. It is hard for a young person to grasp a concept like this when they cannot see it. They explained that He is everywhere, even though we cannot see Him. I asked, "So He can be right here, standing right next to me right now? And He's over there by you too? And downstairs at the same time?" I accepted it. I trusted in the wisdom of my older siblings, and wise they were. It was so simple. God was standing next to me, on both sides of me, watching over me, making sure I behaved, and keeping me safe. I couldn't see Him, but He was there. I remember being almost afraid that I would bump into Him. It was a small room after all. He was crammed into the crowded room with the rest of us.
Now, years later, do I still believe this in the same, innocent way I did back then? You would think that after so much time to think, learn, and reflect on your beliefs you would have a better understanding. However, things have complicated. The simplicity of childhood is gone. Confusion, second guessing, and analytical thinking has set in. Yes, I believe in God, but do I believe that He is sitting next to me right now? Is that breeze God, or is it just the wind?
Why I Don't Like Human Bio: It Made YOU Possible. just kidding
Bright and early this morning, I walked through lightly falling snow to my human bio final exam. We'll see how this one turns out soon enough. It does feel good to have finally completely that class. No more boring biology lectures, no more Monday night quizzes, no more annoying, pompous, smarty-pants sitting behind me, no more human biology. One rather disappoint aspect... I sold my book. Yes, I am glad to be rid of it and yes I welcome money for it. After all, I did pay about 160 dolores for it. Depressingly, I only got $8 for it. This is only 5% of what I paid. Does this seem reasonable to anyone? Where is the justice in that? I think I have been taken. I think the paper is worth more than $8. Damn them. I sense a conspiracy. Now I have nothing to do until my 3 fabulous finals on Monday. (nothing but shopping that is)
If people can/could read minds, what thoughts would they read? I personally always have multiple things going on in my little noggin. So how do/would mind-readers sort them out? I imagine this to be quite a difficult task. Are/Would they be able to pick and choose which thoughts they receive? Or is/would it be random, completely by chance? Or do/would they hear it all, every last tidbit of wacky thought? Perhaps it is/would be similar to a google search. If a mind-reader were to be curious about what the thoughts of an individual were concerning spaghetti at a particular point in time, they would simply search for "spaghetti". Also, then can/could they turn it off? Or are/would they hear the never-ending thoughts of those around them? This whole idea could get rather complicated. As much as I'd like to know what someone is thinking at times, I'm glad I don't have to deal with such dilemmas. This is what I think about instead of studying for the final exam I have in little over an hour.
It is possible that today is my birthday, the day on which I was born, the night Tina Turner's song was playing on the radio in the hospital, the night I was kind enough to relieve my mother of pregnancy, the day my sister had to give up being the youngest, the day on which Donny Osmound and Margaret Hamilton(the wicked witch) were also born, the day the world became blessed with my presence, the day we all thank God for. Well, maybe you don't, but I do. It's been a pretty lame birthday, but all well. I'm an old fogy now. Too much excitement may trigger a heart attack. Happy Birthday to Me. It isn't hard to see, I still act like I'm 3.
'Twas another fine day in calculus. I love it when I get so tickled pink over something mathematic and my complete geekiness just oozes out of me. There have been occasions when I have gotten a little too ecstatic about my calc. It really is quite sickening actually. I don't know that it is really healthy for a gal like me to get so excited about numbers, formulas, mathematical theorems, and all that fabulous stuff. Probably not my most normal feature, but hey. Today was one of those days. A day where I would have married the things happening on the dry-erase board. I was thinking, "That is fabulous... absolutely fabulous."
Suddenly, I was pulled from my wonderment to realize that my classmates did not share my feelings. One kid was like, "Can you go over the part about the thing?" I loved that line. In a sort of evil, selfish way, I feel some sort of odd sense of pride when I understand something when the rest of the class is completely lost. I'm a jerk like that deep down. However, as fantastic as I feel in a nerd moment like this, I come back to reality and the realization that I am in fact a geek. I have accepted this a long time ago. I enjoy this and loathe myself for it at the same time sometimes.
I have scheduled for classes next semester and as of now I only have 13 credits because all of the classes that I would take are full. Though this is a bit frustrating, I have found a comforting solution. With my extra time I have decided that I will become a professional walker. I have already made 29 cents from simply picking change up off of the ground. Imagine the possibilities! I think I really have something good going here. Be generous and drop some change from time to time, would ya? I am looking forward to continuing to walk. Let's hope I don't twist an ankle. With the holidays coming up I could really use the extra money.
