I'm a totally neglectful blogger

I can't seem to update this regularly, and I do feel bad about it. I really do. I'm not even that busy, it's just that I never really know what to write about here. Maybe someday I'll blog every day, but that day will only come when every day is blog-worthy. Argh.

The Spring semester is off to an okay start. I'm resigning myself to the fact that I probably won't get into that great-looking Writing World War 2 class, so I'll probably try and get an independent study together based of this course one of my professors taught a few semesters back called "Love, Sex, and Death." The name alone makes me want it.

Other than courses, I've been getting into award shows. I've always been big on them, and the ones now are my favorites because they give everybody wine at their tables. Nothing makes me happier than seeing Alec Baldwin completely toasted onstage, trying to accept an award. But I also really like seeing who wears what. My housemates think I'm completely cheesy for getting so into award shows, but they always watch with me and we always make fun of how Ryan Seacrest is shorter than everyone he interviews.

I need to stop rambling and eat something so I can be coherent for my meeting with the program representative at the Global Education Office in a little over an hour. We're going to talk about me possibly going abroad in the fall! But more on that later. Right now I'm just stoked to be putting my dream into action.

Snowpocalypse

Being on the second floor of my house means that the snow doesn't look so scary. But there's got to be at least a foot or two on the ground right now, and it's still coming down in clumps. I can't remember the last time I saw this much snow, and I've been living up north my whole life.

Of course, this inclement weather gives me a huge justification to sit on my bed in my big purple sweater all day. I've been watching way too much Law and Order SVU on Netflix, but I'm also putting together cover letters for the summer. Then again, that's basically been my whole Janterm. I didn't get into any classes but that's turning out alright. The universe wanted me to have a month sitting and knitting and working when I feel like it. It's nice to not have to worry about waking up for the same class every day, especially not when it feels like Siberia outside.

Speaking of which, there is a row of students outside trekking through the snow, trying to have an adventure of some sorts. They're crazy. But I had a snow adventure last night (or this morning?) in the form of a wintry walk in the wee hours, as the snow was just starting to come down. There were three of us out there, and it felt like we were the only people in the world besides the snow plow men. We threw snowballs at each other and wrote our names in the snow with our feet. It was so pretty out; I kept feeling like we were in Scandinavia or something. I felt like I was a kid again. Like cover letters didn't matter and the most exciting thing in the world was staying up late to play in the snow and then drink hot chocolate.

This is all even more poignant when I realize that I'm turning twenty this Monday, and Saturday is the big party night. We're celebrating two other mid-January birthdays that night too. There will be colored twinkle lights and a whole lot of floor-shaking dancing. It'll be the perfect Viking funeral for my teenage years.

JanTerm, beaking hearts all over town.

Janterm, you're showing yourself to be quite the heartbreaker.

I arrived here last night for January Term. All the lights in the mod were off, because I was the first to arrive. Also, I was the last to leave back in December. I guess I just love this place too much. I spent the first night here with my knitting, a big plate of spaghetti bolognese, and a Law and Order SVU marathon. I felt an overwhelming sense of hope for the coming month.

Then came the morning. I dragged my tired old ass out of bed for my 10am class for which I was waitlisted for. Then I proceeded to realize I had left a bunch of my clothes back in New York. But that soon became the least of my worries. In the next hour, I would slice my finger while opening a package of lox, and then rush to class precariously balancing a cup of coffee only to show up late.

This all would have been worth it had I actually gotten into the course, but upon seeing how many other people were on the waitlist as well, and seeing my spot in relation to theirs, the professor and I both agreed I probably wouldn't be able to enroll.

I'm miffed because this was basically the only writing class available this January that wasn't limited to first year students. I have a backup plan, and I'll give it a shot, but I really don't want to settle. So if I don't like the backup plan, I'll just spend this month bumming around, working on my Division 2 contract, and planning the summer.

It's good that I believe everything happens for a reason, otherwise I'd be really freaking out now.