By the Way

You guys have been killing it lately with the comments. Makes blogging sooo much more fun.

Keep it up.

Thing I absolutely 100% NEED.

Warmer Socks. My poor little piggies can't make it to market because they are FROZEN.

Verizon iPhone. Do you know how long I've waited for this?! Like....a long time. Now I can finally be as cool as all my cool friends. AND I can play Angry Birds all day erryday.

The great thing is, is that you can buy me either-- or both!

Reminder:

231 West Boundary St.

Box 667

Savannah, GA

31401

Lover Boo

It's been a slow few days here in room 154. With the quarter just getting rolling and the weather being so frightfully cold much time is being spent with my knitting needles and on the old interwebs. Something that has been keeping my entertained for a few minutes every day is this blog called TO MY WIFE.

This man (get ready to 'awwww') is writing a blog for his future wife who HE HASN'T EVEN MET YET! I don't think it's going to be up for long, though, because pretty soon this bachelor is going to be snatched up.
For various reasons, this week has been full of Julia interacting with couples. And the final word is that love (or something like it) is a funny thing.


I just want a Jim Halpert to call my own.

HAPPY HUMP DAY, LOVIES!

What storm?

So, for my whole life I've been hearing for years about these mystical, magical days where weather stops students from going to school. Some great, big cold front comes in and poof! No more math test. And living in California, never in my wildest dreams did I expect us to get a heap of snow that would jam up Redhill Ave. and keep me from getting to classes safely. Everyday I'd go to sleep praying that icicles would form so big that it would be a hazard to walk underneath them and I'd be able to stay in my bed all day with a bowl of something warm and know that I shouldn't feel guilty about not being in school because this is God's plan. Because God controls the weather. Duh. But, with that great feeling of wanting, I also had an equal, if not stronger, feeling of fear. I wondered who are these Titan's of weather, these sinfully strong students, these Cold weather pioneers who can handle such an extreme lifestyle that the whole city shuts down and they are still able to live their lives? As much as I wanted to be them, I didn't think that I would ever be as mighty and courageous to withstand such a testing experience.

Alas, we Californians never got the call. No monsoons or blizzards could keep my schools down.

So, you'll imagine my surprise when I got the word last night that due to the weather, all 8 o'clock classes are cancelled. (Before you jump ahead and google 'Savannah weather' in fear for my immediate safety, just wait).
So, here it was! The day I'd been waiting for! Where I, a wimpy Southern Californian could brave the cold with fearlessness and walk among those greater than I. With the excitement came a sort of fear that I wouldn't be up to snuff and the dangers of the cold would get to me and I'd freeze mid stride like a Narnian White Witch-esque statue.

But the fear could not stop me.

Well slept, due to the cancellation of my 8 o'clock Color Theory class, I dawned my parka and scarf to head out into the unknown of weather.

I open the door. I feel the rush of chill down my spine. Then, nothing.

Ok. It's cold out, but seriously? No wind. No rain. No sleet. No snow. And not even the Weather family's red headed step child, Hail, showed up for the big show.

So, here I am in Art History looking out the window wondering what all the fuss was about.

Yeah. It's cold. But even my warm blooded Californian fingertips aren't chilled.
Come on now, Savannah. Man up.

I'm Really Enjoying Winter.

Today, it was 35 degrees. Tomorrow it's supposed to hail. But after seeing Jonathon Saunder's spring line, I can't wait for warmer weather so I can break out poppy prints and breezy dresses. For now though, I'm going to zip up my parka, pull up my boots and brave the breathtaking feeling of opening my door and conquering the electrocution of bone chilling winds.

Holiday Hangover

Today it hit me that there are basically no good holidays for like years from now! Ok, that was an exaggeration, but it's kind of true.

After all the hub-bub of the season, I feel cut off from all of the red and green, all of the paper snowflakes, all of the cheery music and all the hype.

Nothing good really comes out of January. February has Valentines day... don't get me started. March has St. Patricks day, which apparently is a huge deal in Savannah. But a beer-less St. Patty's begs the question: What's the point? I always get pinched.

Why am I such a party pooper?

The Ice is Starting to Melt

So, it's been a while since I've posted something about my not so secret obsession with Iceland. But just because I haven't said anything doesn't mean that I'm any less in love. Recently, I saw these beautiful pictures on this blog and my love affair has once again blossomed. These are a few of my favorite images, but all of them are so gorgeous it's really impossible to really call them favorites.

When, O, when will I be able to see this magical place in person?!