There is light at the end of this tunnel.

This week has been good. Oh-so busy and occasionally disappointing, but good. 

There was the blizzard that soaked my hair.

There was the chance to meet Mitt Romney I missed because there was a mix-up with rides.

There were the cool names I found while indexing.

There were all the adventures I had with my roommates (most of them without leaving the house), including leaving my milk and eggs at WalMart and watching Saturday Night Live on Hulu until 4 in the morning.

There were the 6 hours I spent in the library on Tuesday preparing for my SuperLit mid-term.

There was the photoshoot/vegetarian stir-fry/movie night with my neighbors.

There was the fact that I'm caught up on my homework now! The end of the semester is in sight! My hair is cooperative! Life really is good.

You Have An Adopted Liver, Honey.*

I went incognito today with some pink lipstick. I like how it looked. 

It's been a crazy, semi-nocturnal, but still somehow wonderful and productive week. 

And then it started raining tonight. Pouring down catch-a-cold, melt-the-snow, pretty-sounding rain. Did I start jumping up and down and screaming with joy? Did immediately look for an excuse to leave the apartment?

*This was actually said in a real conversation I had this week.

It Snowed Today.

And it got on my hat.

They Stab it With Their Steely Knives, but they Just Can't Kill the Beast.

On Monday I started my first full-time job. I'm a slave minion making pretty things for your walls.

(I checked the spelling for "minion" and discovered that it comes from the French mignon--cute. Go figure.)

I'm still learning the ropes, but so far it's much better than scooping ice cream. It's fun to hang out with people with degrees in political science and their two-year-old (who could've been my prom date.) He likes to give me lego flowers and if he leaves for a play date or something, he won't leave until he gives me a kiss and a hug. (Men of the world, learn from Reagan!)

It's still strange to be in California, though. I'm indoors all day and don't notice the heat. Today I took off my cardigan and kept it off for the first time in who knows how long because I wasn't cold anymore. It's still going to take a while before I even think about wearing flip-flops or shorts. They need to work their way back into my schema of appropriate clothing again the way bare arms took almost a week to do.

I also returned to find my family replaced by Trekkies. I like it. We watch reruns of The Next Generation together and got First Contact from Netflix. That's another way we know the world won't end in 2012--warp drive will be invented in 2063.

Now then, who wants ice cream? How about a cupcake? Yeah, me too.

Seasons are a Relatively New Concept.

 

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It got up to something like 40º F today.

I went about my day with bare legs, and only my hands got cold. (Tuesday devotional=wore a dress)

The icicles outside my window are starting to melt away.

I can see (albeit dead) grass outside my apartment.

Spring is on its way...just as I'm getting ready to leave. Great. But then it'll be Summer in California! (We only have two seasons there...Summer is from April to mid-November and the rest is Lesser Summer/Sort of Spring.)

But I'm so ready for Springtime. ANY kind of Springtime. Maybe even this one*.


*Don't click the link if you are easily offended by musical comedy involving Hitler. Also, I don't really want this kind of Springtime.

Snow(!?)

And lots of it. We Californians are enthralled. Yesterday I got together with my BFF Andrea and we were walking outside while it was snowing big fat beautiful flakes. They weren't sticking together, either. We could see individual flakes on her sweatshirt. 

 

"Look! Real snowflakes!" we said.

Los Angeles will be so proud to have us back in April. If there's a Los Angeles left after the rain and flash floods and hail and tornadoes.