Walking in a Winter Wasteland...I Mean, Wonderland

When I woke up at 6:30 this morning and was greeted by 1 1/2 inches of unexpected snow with plenty more coming, I wanted nothing more than to be directly on top of the equator at that exact moment.

I am not a winter-hater, but there is only so much a person can take when her only means of transportation are her legs and the unreliable buses of Madison.

Later in the afternoon when I was walking back to my apartment and receiving many confused looks (I think it was my purple sequined beret. Get over it, people, because chances are I like that hat more than I like you. Sorry.), I came upon this frozen skeleton of a bush. At that moment, I hated winter a little bit less.

People on the equator never get to see beauties like this one.

I am Twelve.

I bought a sparkly, purple gel pen last week.

From the chaos of starting a new semester, discovering half of my class schedule needs to change, and finding out working at 6am is much harder than I thought it would be, to catching a horrible cold that knocked me out all weekend and made me incapable of doing any homework, I can easily say that gel pen was the best part of my week.

I've been too embarrassed to use it though to write on the sign-ups that go around classrooms for one reason to another. Seriously, what I am? Twelve?!

And then I though about it. I have not changed much from twelve. First it was the gel pen, then I noticed my closet (which happens to just be racks in my living room. What?). Almost every item in it is studded, sequined, bejeweled, furry, or fluorescent. Huh.

Then I thought about my recent taste in TV and movies. Kourtney and Kim Take New York was everything I hoped it would be last night. I seriously considered wearing my Dash t-shirt and holding my autographed copy of Kardashian Konfidential while watching the show. I refrained, but mainly because I had already put my pajamas on and couldn't possibly think of moving unless it was to go to bed. Also, I spent all weekend upset because The Princess Diaries is not on Instant Play on Netflix. Really, Netflix? Next time I get to Target, I really think I'm going to purchase the DVD myself so I never have to experience that withdrawal ever again.

So what I've come to realize is that I am twelve. But I am like, the ultimate twelve year old. So, I'm just going to go with it.

And I am totally going to use my purple, sparkly gel pen on sign-ups in class from now on.

(totalfilm.com)

A Merry Christmas

For every holiday, I make an effort to decorate my little apartment a bit, but it's just never as good as being home.

Little Madison Apartment:

Home:

See what I mean?

I hope your Christmas tree looked as glorious as the Luterbach tree did on Christmas morning!