A Proverb

     Good things come to those who wait.  Very good things.

Happily Exhausted

     This past week has been exhausting (I was in bed by 9:30 last night!) but not terribly exhausting.  Midterms aren't the way I would have chosen to spend my mornings, but they do have their perks.  Like getting out of school a few hours early each day so I can spend more time with my friends, and not having a single thing to do for homework (except for APUSH, because APUSH never sleeps).  And I can say that Friday was the crown jewel of these easy/exhausting days: a half-day of easing into my new (old) classes, spending a couple hours with Willow and Anastasia in a hard to find little German coffee shop that makes the best hot chocolate I've ever had, and then an absolutely wonderful afternoon with and absolutely wonderful girl.

     Tonight, I'm going dancing with Anastasia.  This is both a frightening  and an exciting prospect, but something tells me that it will turn out really well.  Even the news that my car won't be repaired until Tuesday isn't enough to dampen my spirits.  After that, I can't tell what the future has in store, but I've got a feeling that it will be really, really good.

Wooden Posts and Plastic Cars: To Be Added to the List of Things That I Don't Like

     I am well aware that garages are designed not to fall down, and to meet this end, they are built with a sturdy frame.  And on the outside of my garage's sturdy frame are some wooden posts, to give it an aesthetically pleasing look.  But these aesthetic, unnecessary, freakin' wooden posts should not come out ahead in a fight against my left headlight!  You got hit by a car for gods' sakes!  Why do you only suffer a minor flesh wound, while I have to find the money for repair work?  This is what happens when we start building our cars out of plastic.  If I had been driving a Model-T, there would have been a much different outcome (involving a lot less splintered plastic, and a lot more dead posts).  Anastasia, I take back everything I've ever said about the greenhouse incident.

     Oh, and Mr. Post?  You may have won the battle, but the war is far from over.  This weekend I will be back, and I will have a power sander, and then we shall see who has the last laugh!

Sincere Gratitude

     Snow is fun.  You can ski on it, you can build snowpersons out of it, and you can use it to engage in nonlethal guerrilla warfare with any one unfortunate enough to pass by your extensive system of trenches.  Snow is also not fun, especially when you get your car stuck in it, as happened to me today.  And I'd probably still be sitting in that snowbank in the lower lot if not for the assistance of Teresa, Oliver, and the gentleman who's name I never caught.  They spent the time to dig and finagle and push my woefully eco-friendly car out of that snow drift, and for this, I'm very grateful.  Thanks, guys.