It Must Be Winter

The weather wonks were right in predicting inclement weather for Wisconsin. I woke up this morning to a layer of slush covering the landscape, and the Winter Weather Warnings have been in effect all evening. It looks like the band of snow is slowly moving east and will arrive around noon (give or take). The western part of the state is already getting its fair share of the white stuff.

Personally, I'm not too fond of winter. As a child, I would hurtle down hills on a sled, risking my life for the sake of a rush. But, as I grew older, the novelty wore off, and now snow is just something I have to clean off the sidewalks, driveway and patio deck to avoid a lawsuit. It's also a good reason to be a more cautious driver because of all the idiots who have licenses in my area.

Global warming my ass.

bless me, ultimaaaaaaaaaa

i know i talk a lot about maturing lately..i don't know why. i guess it comes with the knowledge knowing that all these people i see everyday i will probably never seen again soon :( anyway i can't believe it's the week of thanksgiving already. before i couldn't WAIT until christmas and thanksgiving and now it's impeding on me like a blur. i have so many tests tomorrow though and i'm really stressed out about tests and applications and all that. i want everything to be over with but that means the year will be almost over. it's kinda hard..i hate school...but i don't. there's something comforting about living in my little walnut bubble.

anyway yeah i only talk about stuff liket his when i read something! last year when i read bless me, ultima i HATED it. it was so boring. but anyway i don't know if it's because i'm older, i read the whole book IN A DAY, or just cuz it's the 2nd time i read it, but the book is rather depressing. such a little boy having to deal with so much death and question his religion and faith and all anyone can say to him is "you must choose your destiny, understanding comes with life/growth, blah blah blah." i feel bad for antonio because he enver had a real childhood, and it makes me miss my own childhood. :( it's really sad. anyway i'm glad i've never gone through such crazyness but does understanding really come with growth? i mean it seems like i get more confused as i get older. more questioning, more confusion. i miss the days when the best part of the day was recess and i could ride on the swings and i would go home with my mom and deal with my tons of "homework."

i'm so nostalgic now i disgust myself. anyway thanks a lot rudolfo anaya, i don't fully understand your book but now i am sad and confused! ugh!