~Beadsville~

Air to fill your soul with

Soooooo I'm mainly posting to show off the intro image I raved about a couple of posts back. But let's see if there's anything else to throw in the mix.

Today I went to see the internship-coordinator lady, who was very nice, and things feel positive on that front. She's gonna check in with the book store to see if they'd be willing to put up with me for a month and, provided they agree along with me being comfortable there, once that month has passed without any complaints on either end, we can talk about an extension or something. (this paragraph probably could've been structured better....)

Both the woman I met today and the one I've been meeting with for some weeks now have only good things to say about the manager of this book store and apparently "Project Collaboration" (which is what it's loosely translated to from Swedish to English) got to place some people to intern there in the past. Sounds good.

Yesterday I was mildly chocked to see melted snow on the roof windows. At first it didn't really sink in, despite seeing a very white landscape beyond mom's bedroom window but once I got downstairs it was pretty hard to deny that it indeed had snowed during the night. In fact, it was still snowing and would continue to snow on and off the day. Almost immediately after the fact sunk in the thought 'eh, winter's not over' struck me, which would never have occurred back in the day.

It used to be that 'winter isn't over until mid-April, at least'. Funny to see and realize so bluntly how the changes in climate have altered my approach/relationship to the seasons and the changing thereof. Like when I was a paper-girl. Usually around when the end of October - early November rolled in I'd start to worry about the snow coming down (my dislike/phobia for biking in snow stemmed from a nasty accident back in '98 when I took a nasty tumble). Nowadays I'm surprised if it snows in late December, haha.

But when it has snowed and there's a blanket of white crystals on the ground that the sun is shining down upon, bouncing off of, while crisp refreshing air surrounds you with equal potency, such as it did to me today, ... it's truly a wonderful thing.

Deer Peeps, some words of wisdom

I dedicate this post to James, aka SomeGuy, aka The Wordy Bastard.

After spending a couple of hours contemplating on how to start off the first post here, whether by sharing a song or say something meaningful, I've come to the following realization and conclusion.

Too many people will feel slightly paralyzed by superimposed pressure of making a grand first impact as they venture into this brand spanking new territory. Therefore I felt an immediate need to distract you all from such a bothersome thing by focusing the beginning of this entry on a very simple note.

Two days ago I came out of my room, very much crippled by a particularly nasty cold, to have a word with my mother. Sunlight shone through dual aspect windows and tickled my nose. To my mothers disgusted amusement I suddenly let out an unbridled sneeze which had the most intriguing sound effect accompanying the trumpeting blow.

*splat*

Yes, ladies and getlemen, a big blob of snot catapulted itself from my nose and belly-landed on the floor with such hefty gravity attached to it that it accomplished an audible splat. Mom had the added bonus of seeing the projectile and she tells me it, though gross, made the situation even more hilariously funny. Biological weapons sure can come cheap.

So, tell me: would you rather die trying to be pretentiously correct or die laughing from not even trying?