On A Snowy Winter's Day...

I tried to go to Mass this morning.  I really did.  Alas, it took my dad two hours or more to plow our driveway, and, at 4:00 p.m., a snowplow has still not visited our road.  The worse part is, my initial reaction was to be disappointed because I couldn't purchase more Fair Trade chocolate this morning...maybe I need to take a second to rearrange my priorities?

Taylor requested that I blog.  I don't actually have anything to say, but I'm going to pretend like I do.  I'm generally good at making things up.  

Not lying!  Lying is a sin.  Storytelling?  Random nonsense?  Yeah, I'll go with that.

After devouring a delicious breakfast of scrambled eggs, mini wheat bagel with peanut butter, and strawberries (which were delightful good for be so tragically out of season), I curled up on the futon with Jane Eyre.  Who doesn't love 19th century romance at 9 in the morning?  I am especially fond one peculiar moment when Mr. Rochester dresses up as a gypsy woman who insists on telling the fortunes of all of the guests at Thornfield, separately, just so he could gage whether or not Jane loved him.  Oh, the things we do for love!

Then, I ate some gold fish. I love gold fish.  The snack-that-smiles-back kind, not the dead-after-one-day-home-in-a-bowl kind.  It was about two weeks ago, and I was doing homework one night and my mom came into my room and asked me how I was doing.  Any normal person would have complained about the stress of homework or that they were about to fall asleep.  Instead, I jumped up and screamed "I WANT SOME GOLDFISH!!!"  She was quite taken aback.  I was even a little frightened after my outburst.  (But, man, did I have a craving for goldfish.)

The gold fish proved to be a suitable companion for a governess in the English countryside.  Yum. 

Then there was the frustration over FOX network and the fact that it didn't work and my dad was missing the Packer game.  (He very much enjoys making fun of all those die hard fans.  "I bet all kinds of guys are going CRAZY today," he commented, 5 seconds after he begged me to figure out what was wrong with the damn TV.)

Eventually, the station came back on.  "Well, I wouldn't have really cared if I didn't get to see the game today.  But now I get to watch, and that's ok too," said my father. " Even if they lose, I won't care.  I'm completely apathetic about whether or not the Packers do well."  (Or something like that)  This comment was made approx 10 seconds before he began to moan and groan and shout at the screen about how awful they were playing.  Apathetic?
Riiiiiiight.  

I retreated back to my room to work on scholarship applications.  A good twenty minutes or so into my 367th visit to Facebook, my mom came in to inform me that Aaron Rodgers had gotten a "Boo-Boo."  So concussions are "Boo-Boos" now?  Good to know the next time I concuss my brain I'll just tell you I "got a little Boo-Boo!"

Then, my family watched the Metrodome collapse.  We guffawed, then laughed.

That was about the end of the excitement for today.  I've been writing an essay for admission into the Honors program at Stout.  Even though I don't actually plan on going there.  But, you know, gotta cover my bases.

It's decision making time, when it comes to colleges and stuff.  I'm applying for countless scholarships, honors programs, and fellowships.  I'm totally overwhelmed with paperwork, recommendation letters, and essays about what I want to be when I grow up.  

To inspire me, I found this quote.

"Jesus, help me to simplify my life by learning what you want me to be - and becoming that person." ~St. Therese of Liseux

I've pretty much figured out that art is what I'm meant to do.  In what aspect, I have no idea.  But for now, it feels right.  I'm just trying to figure out where I'm meant to go.  Because heading to Marquette, Michigan-the largest city in the UP at a grand total of 20,000 people-is pretty likely, this whole Snowpocalypse thing is good for me.  Bring it on, Northern Michigan.  Bring. It. ON.  (I found this article on a blizzard that hit the UP last January.  Winter Wonderland?)

Taylor, you're welcome.  Now it's your turn.

Alanna!