Snow dangers..

Snow.

I love snow, to an extent.

And I do believe the barrier of which I love snow is definitely being pushed.

One of my very best friends is home from school, and another is home after being halfway across the country for almost eleven months. Tonight was the night I was going to see them for the very first time, along with many other friends that have been away for school.

Unfortunately a storm has hit, this storm continues to pelt my town with centimeters and centimeters of snow.

The snow makes the roads unbearable.

It would be easy enough to just walk to my destination, but the threat of freezing rain is keeping me indoors. I personally enjoy my Christmas break sans pneumonia.

So I'm stuck.

Inside.

Away from my friends.

Away from everybody.

Alone.

I'm so discouraged, maybe I'll bake.

Baking cools me down, evens me out.

And even if I it doesn't cool me down, I can always eat what I've made and veg out on the couch.

Jelly-belly-yum.

A simple pleasure I have in life is jellybeans. I like to think of myself as a jellybean connoisseur. I like plain jellybeans where you can't really tell which flavor is which, expect in the case of the green ones which are always mint (and my favorite). But my preferred choice are gourmet jellybeans.

Gourmet jellybeans not only have a plethora of flavors and colours but an entire mystery behind them. With every bag comes a list and picture guide for all the tasty flavors contained in the sack of fun.

Each jellybean has to be eaten separately; each jellybean needs a moment.

Within this moment the jellybean has to be distinguished from its many other brothers and sisters; savored if you will. With gourmet jellybeans I find the flavour much more enhanced, so it would be a travesty if i were to pop a hand full in my mouth without giving each on its time to shine.

My favorite are the American Medley jellybeans by Jelly Belly, the flavour is just so vivid, the lemon and lime the cherry even the grape (which I'm usually not too fond of) taste amazing.

Beyond the fact of fun jellybeans brings, I love that it reminds me of my childhood, which I must admit was not that far away, but in times of stress it is a great release.

So in a way a hand full of gourmet jellybeans are my therapy. They fit into my obsessive need to categorize and conquer my sweet-tooth cravings. They're just one more thing that make my life fun and quirky, and they make me..me.

Jack-o-Lantern Crazy!

Midterms are over. Some stress has been relieved. Pumpkin carving to come.
I love pumpkins, like previously mentioned. And I love to carve pumpkins.
Jack-o-lanterns are one of my favorite things to do, I wish I could carve them year round.
When I carve my pumpkins I usually don't go for the average toothy smile and triangle eyes.
I usually like to express my creativity through my jack-o-lanterns.
One year I carved my pumpkin into a haunted house, complete with ghost in the window.
Another year I carved a old knotted looking tree into my pumkin.
And almost every year we get trick or treaters wanting to take pictures of our masterpieces.
This year, I was thinking about doing something original, but I'm not quite sure what I should do.
This year I bought 5 pumpkins total, so I was looking into maybe a theme. But I'm not sure of anything yet. I'm hoping to get some consistency through out my pumpkins. I also thought about including some gourds into my carvings. Whatever I end up carving I'll be sure to post some pictures of the process and the final product.

Stress level rising...

Stress.
I hate stress, and lately I've been experiencing some serious levels of it.

I can't seem to get away from midterms, assignments, quizzes....

But to be honest those aren't the things that are causing my heart rate to quicken.

It's the marks.

The marks, the averages....they are everything.

The other day I got a letter from my university stating that I had made it on the Dean's list.

I was very happy, but this just added to my stress.
Now I have to keep up my marks, and make sure I make the Dean's list next year.
I can't wait until next Tuesday, no more midterms and the idea of Jack-o-lantern carving are in my future.

Fall. Fall. Pumpkin!

I love fall.
Best season ever, by far.
It's not sweltering, there's no snow...usually.

And of course there are pumpkins.

I love pumpkins, love them.

I love them so much that one year I begged my mother to buy me pumpkin plants so I could grow and care for my very own pumpkin .

My love for pumpkins is only out weighed by one thing. Finding the perfect pumpkins.

The other day I was looking through some fliers (yes, I now I'm an old lady) and I was so excited to find that my local grocery store had pumpkins for sale.

So I grabbed my keys and rolled on down to get me some pumpkins.

When I arrived I was so disappointed.

They were all big and round, but they were all green. Green! It was a knife in my heart.

I panicked, I had to find a place that give me my much needed pumpkin fix.

So I thought. where can I get pumpkin, an orange pumpkin?

It hit me, my local garden centre. They would be expensive, but you can't put a price on a good pumpkin.
I got to the garden centre, and I saw them; a giant crate full of small, orange pumpkins.

Immediately I picked out two of the most beautiful round, fat, perfect pumpkins and staked my claim on them by putting them on the front counter. I soon moved on to a lovely crate full of gourds. Now, I still think of pumpkins as my favorite, but gourds... gourds just make me immensely happy. So I picked out about ten or eleven gourds perfect colourful strangely shaped gourds, and put them again, on the counter.

Then I saw them. Big beautiful pumpkins. I looked up and down the tables of pumpkins feeling their hard, cold, smooth skin. Carefully picking them up by their green prickly stems.

And then I saw him, he was beautiful.

He was tall, and fat. He was the perfect shade of orange, not too light not too deep. I looked over his strong figure,and checked over his skin for any major imperfections.

He seemed perfect.

I picked him, grabbing his stem first and noticed that he was very heavy, so I grabbed his bottom.

I was crushed. My perfect pumpkin was almost completely soft underneath.

So I slowly put him back, saying my last farewell and sauntered up to the front counter completely depressed.

While I was paying for my lovely little pumpkins, I realized that this shouldn't be a sad time.

I should be excited that I still have the pumpkins that I picked out, and that I still have the thrill of picking out a big beautiful perfect pumpkin another day.

I have still yet to find the perfect pumpkin. The most immaculate pumpkin is just in my reach, I can feel it...

Biology love.

When I first registered for the course Biology 203, I expected a boring course about the environment and bugs (my professor is a bug fanatic), and that was exactly what I got.

For the lab I assumed it would be just an extension of the lecture, but I was wrong.

I love this lab.

It's so interactive. Last week we went to the beach and collected specimen that we later had to identify, and it was actually extremely interesting.

This week we donned hip waders and headed out to the stream behind the school, where we used a kick-net to collect aquatic insect larvae. And I loved every second of it!

Even though my hip waders were four sizes too big, and a little leaky, it was so interesting. We collected all sorts of bugs and when we got back to lab we had to identify them and classify them. I live for this stuff. I can't wait for next week, I hope we're doing something eaqually as exciting.

No, I just want tea!

I like to think I'm a simple girl with simple pleasures. One of those pleasures is enjoying a good cup of hot tea. Most of my friends despise it, but I think of it as liquid gold. If I don't drink my cup of tea first thing in the morning, the rest of my day is down hill from there.
Today, like everyday I woke up and went straight for my pantry to get a tea bag, but to my disdain I had none. From that moment I knew my day was going to be rough.
So I shuffled my way to school, cranky and tea-less.
My car, was freezing and because I'm a genius and wore a dress I froze for the first 10 minutes.
On the highway some guy was riding my bumper all the way to school. I just wanted to scream "it's a highway you can pass me!" but I refrained. I was no longer just cranky, I was cold, cranky, full of road rage, and tea-less. By the time I finally got to school my out look was pretty bleak, that was until I spotted our campus's coffee shop. My heart flew, I had a few seconds to grab a cup of tea and then scoot off to class, my day was saved. When I got to the counter I was faced with almost a dozen different types of tea. All of them sounding rather fruity or flowery for my liking so I grabbed a non-threatening earl grey tea bag and filled my cup with hot piping water.
I paid the smiling woman behind the counter for my tea and scurried off to organic chemistry. I got to my class, sat down in my regular seat, and was finally relieved that the moment I waited for all morning had finally came. It was just me and my cup of tea. I took a careful sip, and instantly knew something was wrong.
Rose hip.
The sweet sticky taste of a rose bush was in my mouth and I couldn't get it out. I could have cried I was so upset. Who in there right mind would think that adding rose hip to earl grey tea was a good idea? Who ever they are, they now have a new mortal enemy; me.
Needless to say the rest of my day was pretty horrible, and after school I made it my mission to get some actual earl grey tea bags, sans rose hip.
But tomorrow will be a better day, I'll have my tea and my life will be simple again.
And hopefully, I won't have to worry about roses' and there digusting hips.

My small family of nerds.

For the longest time I thought that my family unit of three (my mother, my brother and me) were normal. But today I finally realized that I was dead wrong.
Today for a good half an hour, my mother and I played a rousing game of globe, and it hit me; this is weird.
If you are unaware to what the game of globe is, it is in fact when a globe or an atlas is used almost as a game board, and where the main purpose is to know (or sometimes guess) a country's capitol.
The first time I ever brought up the game of globe with friends I thought I'd never see so many horrified faces in one room.
The idea of geography being fun was some how terrifying, and since then I have been very guarded about what family traditions I share with friends.
For instances I doubt many families gather together and watch Jeopardy daily, as if it were a spiritual experience. And I doubt that too many families settle in on Tuesday nights to watch the ever exciting Nova series on PBS.
Don't get me wrong, I love my family and all, but sometimes I wonder what would happen if my family just took part in "normal" family activities.
I'm actually unsure as to what a "normal" family activity would be.
Perhaps a family game of football?
No, that wouldn't work, my entire family is athletically challenged.
Maybe a day of fun card games?
That won't work either, I don't even think my family owns a deck of cards.
It seems that my family is incapable of being normal. But to be fair we don't try very hard to fit in in the first place.
For instance, for Christmas my mother would always buy us the presents we asked for, but she always got us gifts that tested our minds. I remember from one year I got a microscope and a slide making kit, and to be honest I think it was best gift I ever received (I like to think that that gift sparked my love of science).
And my mother always tried to get me and my brother into huge discussions about the present state of the world.
Without my mother I think my family would be pretty normal, but this family would be an empty one.
My mother's propensity to gain knowledge and pass it down to her children is what makes my family real.
Without my mother's love of knowledge our family would be bland and lifeless. The nerdy-ness my mother adds to our family makes it feel like a real, loving family.
As corny as that sounds, it's true. I could not live in a normal family.
I thrive in a nerd setting. My life is based on the single fact that, I am indeed, a nerd.
And without my nerdy-ness I would cease to exist.
So I no longer will I hide my nerd habits and traditions. From now on I will be proud to tell anyone that will listen about the moon's gravitational presence on the breeding habits of moon snails. I will proclaim to all that I know how to fractionally distill a miscible substance. And I will challenge anyone who is willing to a rousing game of globe, not caring what expression is on my opponent's face.

What is this "fun" you speak of?

I've forgotten how to have fun, I'm completely pathetic. The only reason I bring this up is that I'm a second year university student and I don't do anything, actually that is a lie I do homework, but then after that it's back to nothing.
Shouldn't I be having more fun than my body can handle?
This is the time in my life where I'm supposed to have the most fun I can without suffering any consequences .
I turned 19 in June and have yet to go to one of my town's local bars; pathetic.
This past weekend I went on a picnic; pathetic.
The highlight of my weekend was that I bought a plaid dress; again pathetic.
I did physics homework, on a Friday; beyond the measurable amount of pathetic.
I think back to high school, and I remember the times I had with friends being labelled "fun".
But in actuality I don't think I had that much fun in the first place. I don't even talk to half of the people I went to high school with, let alone spend time with any of them. Really how much fun is watching people you don't even like get drunk and throw up on themselves?
I think I should rephrase my first statement, I don't think I've ever had fun.
It's been settled, I have no clue what fun is.
I need to know what fun feels like.
Fun, fun, fun.
Even the word has lost all meaning to me.
Perhaps I'm just destined to be keep the scale or boring and fun level. Maybe I'm an important factor in keeping everything the way it is.
The people that have fun on a regular basis depend on me to keep them from slipping into the abyss of pathetic. Me and the rest of my boring people keep order in the world, without us there would be chaos, actually there wouldn't be any chaos and that would be what the problem was.
So in fact my lack of fun was predestined for me, and I must maintain it or else the rest are doomed.
I must finally come to understand the fact that I will never have fun, ever.
Oh well, I'm over it. I think there's some physics homework to be done around here somewhere...

I don't expect much from this blog, so in turn neither should you.

I don't expect much from this blog, so in turn you shouldn't either.
I'm a science student, that can't spell, let alone write an eloquent, smart witty sentence.
So don't take anything I say into reality, leave it where it is.
In this small world, this small blog exist to take small words and string them into small sentences that in turn make small stories.
And these small stories belong to a small girl (me) that just needs a place to write, because she wants to express herself in a medium different then clay, paper, and vinyl toys.
So read these small words for what they are; small. Don't expect this blog to hold anything big, or large, or even huge, because this blog will only ever hold small insignificant words that make small insignificant stories.