Nix Et Laxando

I cannot wait until this semester is over. :) I'm going to do nothing, for days on end I'll be doing absolutely nothing, but hanging out with my friends and just chill. :) I am absolutely geeked for Christmas break. Now all you people's who want snow may have your snow because I'll be sleeping in to God knows when and won't have to shovel ;p Christmas is going to be awesome this year.

Patet Convelo Recens Flagelli

 So life is good. It's not snowing. (I get why some of you want snow but it's not enough reason for me to miss it) It feels absolutely wonderful outside, especially today. I got good grades on all my tests last week and all i have to do is survive another week and a half and school will be out and I can sleep in. : ) Also. Vengeance is mine, finally. It's taken a week but I will have it. hehehehehe. Now I just have to survive the onslaught of my procrastination.... which may or may not be possible... wish me luck!

Trepidus et Proditione

So it's December and THERE'S no snow. NONE. Not even a little bit. I am very happy about this:) Now I don't have to get up and shovel. I don't have to layer up and freeze my but off while trying to shovel snow before school. I don't have to dig out any cars from the white fluff that usually coats our place on the planet this time of year. It's been GLORIOUS.  Of course I still sort of miss it as I drive down and there's no picturesque banks of sparkling, usually white snow on the sides of the roads. There are no twinkling icicles dripping from the trees like  stalagmites in a cave. But other than that I'm geeked! Absolutely and irrevocably geeked that there is no snow. A Plus

Diem Ad Choro Di

So we are looking through these articles and they're named "Man: Leader told me to kill wife" and "Report: Couches may be toxic" and "Gone in 13 seconds: $90,000 worth of watches stolen from Macy's" "Man Kills Virtual Girlfriend at Wedding" "Cops find home intruder asleep in closet"
Okay, a guy kills a prayer leader's wife because he was asked to??? Come now.. Couches cause cancer everyone! Or at least the stuff that makes them fire retardant does.... And apparently $90,000 worth of watches isn't sitting behind protective glass and you can just rip them off their chains. Also, would you marry a guy who, at your wedding, had a seat reserved for his game console which contained his virtual girlfriend? Or CRIED when you made him crush it? And don't get me started about people breaking into other people's closets to stay in. Just because you came out of your own closet doesn't mean you have the right to barge into someone elses! :p

Desidiabulum Ad Potum Domus

Last weekend was the best! I went to Starbucks three times in two days, and this little place called Hepburn's in The Village. They have this hot chocolate with a thick layer of marshmallow fluff on top, DELICIOUS <3 I'm pretty sure I almost fell in love. Jk Jk. 

Hot chocolate and cookies are the only good part about winter. It's so cold outside it give you a reason to climb in the most comfortable warm pajamas you have and sit by a fire with a cup of cocoa and never leave. 

OR 

You could go to Starbucks and lounge like a hipster and drink your espresso and chai talking about the things that bother you most about society and reflecting on nature's seemingly perfect unity and beauty as the sun sets on that blustery fall day with the sting of winter in the air, giving reason for your awesome boots and coat. 

:) You know if winter lasted the month of December I think I would be okay with it. But it doesn't so the Snow Queen and I are forever at odds. 

Undecim palos in latinam

So today is Tuesday, however it feels like Monday to me since I went to the DIA yesterday. Why yes, it WAS closed. We were fortunate enough to run into Susan who had time on her hands and showed us the French exhibits, well, the art was all done in France about the French but the artists weren't necessarily from France. I was kind of hoping she'd do the tour in France so I could listen to her talk and not understand a word she said. Everything sounds prettier in French (unless you're speaking French with an American accent....) so it would've been so cool! Jim apparently has dropped off the face of the earth and no one has been able to find him. Ah well, he'll show up eventually.... A plus mes amis! Vous aves un aujourd'hui bon!

curiosus percuriosus

So I don't know about the rest of you, but November feels more like December. I feel like the minute it turned November 1st all the leaves on almost all the trees conspired to fall at that moment. So now I am left with nothing and must wait anxiously for winter to coat us with her sparkling, freezing white coat. Last year, at this time, I was still okay with getting up because my room wasn't freezing. Now every morning I stay in as long as possible to avoid the confrontation with the cold. I went so far as to wear socks and a jacket last night..... Ah well, C'est la vie.  Ma vie est bon, quelquefois. :) A PLUS May the weather get colder so one day it will be warmer.

Memento Muri

Today I feel as if I've been underwater. Which unless you actually are underwater isn't very pleasant. I've been hearing and doing everything through this fog that I can't seem to shake. Ah well Ce'st la vie. I have a physics test tomorrow and I can't get enough feeling to be anxious about it. I know I don't know the material well enough, and I can't change that now. It makes me despise myself sometimes because I'm not doing myself any favors and I'm just being ridiculous... Too late now though. i guess I'll just have to study a bit tonight and pray for the best.

Vernum

Winter hasn't even begun yet and I'm already missing spring and summer. I want it back. I want to see green trees and hear lawn mowers going and see flowers bloom. It's given me a sense of trepidation. Winter lasts forever on a normal basis, this craving for spring will just add to it. I'm not sure what to do about it.,..
On another note, there is always something that escapes your notice about a person and today a new side of someone was revealed to me. :)) who knew right?

Concessatio

So for the past few days I've been having a really easy time with homework. (this including last week) and I kept wondering what was up. Well, it just hit me and every other kid in my class because we have an essay to write, a presentation to finish along with a handout, and a five paged paper plus speech. The last assignment is really all our fault which kind of makes it worse. At least for me.
Honestly the hardest part of writing a paper isn't writing it, it's making sure it's revelant to the topic. Ah well. C'est la vie.

Utopia

I long for a place in space. Where clouds are nebula and shooting stars are supernovas. A place quiet echoing with voices past and a love for me that lasts. 

I need a mansion in the ocean. With blue skies always above, and colorful reefs all around. With friendly sharks and talking mermaids. I'd stay there all day long listening to them sing, and sigh and swell with what the currents bring. 

I crave a castle in a passel. Of mountians way up high where there is nothing but clouds and sky. We'd laugh all day and stay that way, oh happy happy me. 

Sometimes I see myself somewhere else. Anywhere else really. And I can't help think that if I just blink I could be there really and truly. Alas it's not to be. I'm not made for the sea, or air. To stay up there without a care? to ride the nova's power on a dare? I'm not meant to be in the stars, just meant to deal with cars. and civilization to bring me down again. 

This isn't a poem. just so you know. My poems are worse :):):):):):) 

Spiritum Aut Zombie?

OKay so apparently zombies don't exist in Latin. But honestly which would you rather be? Me? A ghost. Because at that point I still have control over myself and I can mess with people. How awesome would it be to touch the physical world but couldn't be touched back? Plus you can fly, untouched by gravity and all. Still            
it would kind of stink because I wouldn't be able to eat or drink or anything. And I'd always look the same..Better than eating brains and rotting to death though. What do you think?

EGO

So the last time I tried to write this particular blog, the Fates had made it so that I had, instead of opening a new tab, closed the one I was on without saving it... I took it as a sign that I should PROBABLY write about something else. Plus who wants to read about Her Majesty's Theatre?

Anywho, Europe was pretty amazing. It was this weird conglomerate of everything new and old. Every now and then the tour guide would say something like so the New Town was built in the 1500s and I would like freeze and think OMW my country wasn't even around when the NEW town was built. It's all so old but at the same time there's still like a McDonald's or Papa John's at every corner. I can't have a favorite place because it was all too different and too much the same. All the cities smelled like plastic. All the Italian restaurants smelled the same. By the way Olive Garden has NOTHING on the Italian places over there. Absolutely nothing. They are amazing.. And I really think that we should have some of the restaurants from there because they were just so cool, like The Slug and Lettuce which had the best tea EVER, and a pretty awesome Shepherd's Pie. And Pret A Manager was like everywhere in London, it's a French restaurant. And I loved the little pubs in Ireland, they were the best.

There were a lot of rivers over there too. Every city had one. Dublin had the River Liffey (best name ever, especially when you hear an Irish person say it), Edinburgh, which everyone there pronounced Edinborrow had the Firth of Forth (yes it's a river), in London it was, of course, the Thames, in Paris was the Seine (best river walk EVER.. oh and Beware The Gypsies..haha Micah) and so on and so forth. So there were alot of bridges. Also, everything was on a hill, all the castles, the museums, the churches. I think the only thing not on a hill was the Roman Baths and that was underground so you had to walk stairs anyways. Still we got the best views on those hills.

And the people, Irish people, true to their reputation were probably the friendliest people we ran into. They were great hosts and cooked pretty awesome food. In Scotland, the people were more patriotic and were crazy fierce about stuff like that. In England, they were pretty cool. One time I spent the whole ride on the underground talking to this English girl from Cambridge. In France, well I don't think they liked us very much.  Ah well it was still fun. I ran into a lot of Chinese people. Like a lot, and all of them had the really nice fancy cameras or were taking pictures with Ipads. One day we took this tour in Dublin and the guy was like "okay do we have an Americans in the room?" and there were like five of us out of the thirty who raised our hands. It sort of surprised me because I somehow had this image in my mind that I'd be in a bunch of American tour groups and it would be like the awkward bunch of us getting laughed at by the Europeans, but it wasn't. I was definitely a minority there. The only Americans I ran into were from North and South Carolina, which again surprised me. I spent like a whole hour on the train to Edinburgh talking to this couple from North Carolina and there were these Scottish girls across from us would just like sit and listen to us. Which I found funny because I had been listening in on their conversations on the way to Stirling (we took the same train back and forth.)

So yeah it was pretty awesome. Anyone with a love of good food and beautiful scenery should definitely go. It's not as much of a culture shock as you might think. There were days I'd wake up and think I was here. You know, until the tv starts talking in a British accent and I realize I'm not in my bed.

Nulla Dies Sine Linea

"Maybe I'm just a happy person!" jlince says.. riiight that's why he smirks as he reads my blog... you just had to see his face as he laughs happily at my fercously despicable attempt and making a cool, smooth blog. Well THAT'S out the window. and crashes and burns to its utmost depth. Anywho! I'm going to run for president, whether I actually get on student council is questionable, very questionable, especially since my very formidable opponent happens to have been on student council EVERY YEAR to date. But I'm going for it anyway because I have plans:) very fun very unique plans. Jim is my VP so even if you don't like me VOTE FOR JIM! Cuz he's awesome and is just as devious as I am. hehehehe.

Anyways, Jim sits right next to me and apparently his blog is about my blog, so my very few veiwers, you should check that out next... I believe he may declare war and as such this is a preemptive strike. I got you pegged Jim and I always WIN. Isn't that right justin jess?

A Plus!(it means see you later in french and both of my titles so far has been in Latin just in case you were wondering)

Carpe Diem

We all have a preset version of how our life is going to play out. We all have dreams and aspirations and things that we just think are going to happen based on our experiences and the influence of those around us. I feel like those presuppositions are faulty. What we think is going to happen, the way, the scene in which it happens is nothing like it actually goes down. People always say that you're going to be challenged and that real life is going to be tough and blah, blah blah. I think the thing we miss is that it's going to be tough in a way we never expected. Instead of getting a curveball we are thrown a fastball and don't even see it coming as we get that third and final out. We think we are prepared but we don't even know the beginning of what we are getting into. It's like bringing a winter coat to the Saraha.
Everything we believed in is going to be questioned, demanded and tested. Every mistake we've ever made has nothing on the stuff we are going to do in the future. Things we thought we'd never let go of, never release suddenly become expendable in that moment of desperation as we see the mirages our biased thinking presents before us. Hopefully we survive. Hopefully we get past it and our colored glasses don't change the reality that is our existence to the point that we can't survive. What I'm scared of most is that my perception of the world is so convoluted that I won't realize until too late what was right in front of me all along.
What about you? What is your fear for the future that lies ahead?