snow was falling, snow on snow…

December 22, 2009 at 4:54 am 1 comment

It seems that wherever I am, snow follows.

Maybe it’s just that I haven’t experienced the good old PSU weather before.  But I still find it amusing that it snowed for homecoming in October, snowed at night when I was in Gettysburg (and didn’t think it was supposed to snow until the morning), and then welcomed me home with the second largest snowfall my hometown has ever gotten.  Since we’ve been recording weather. 

Unfortunately, I hear that it’s lousy playing snow – too powdery and deep to sled, and too dry to build with.  But it’s still snow, and still pretty, and still a white Christmas!  In fact, I can’t even remember the last time we had a white Christmas.

Christmas.  Almost three days away. 

That feels so weird.  Even though I’ve been listening to Christmas carols since November 1 (seriously), even though I decorated my dorm room to the hilt, even though campus was lit up with twinkle lights – it still feels like I’ve missed a piece of the Christmas season.  Or maybe I haven’t missed it; it’s just different this year.  The shopping and wrapping and making of presents are squeezed into a few days right after Thanksgiving and right before Christmas; I’m only in the familiar Christmas atmosphere and traditions of my home for a week beforehand.  It’s not necessarily bad, just different.

And I am so excited for Christmas. 

I’ve had to take such a break from all things creative and crafty that I’ve been on a creative splurge over the last couple of days.  In fact, on Friday – the day after I got home – I was gazing at my scrapbooks, and then was overcome by an urge to scrapbook and use all my pretty supplies again.  So I did.  I’ve also made some of the most beautiful gifts that maybe I’ve ever made.  I’m pretty proud.  And maybe I’ll upload pictures after Christmas.  But I’m afraid I’ll have to leave you with that vague announcement, because the recipients read my blog.  In fact, I’m pretty sure they’re the only ones who read my little musings! 

We watched the finale of a new surivor-esque show tonight: Sing-Off.  Let it be known that we do not watch those shows.  American Idol, survivor, whatever – I think the closest we come is the (laughable) Spanish beauty pageant/survivor show I watched online when I was trying to inundate myself with Spanish to prepare myself for the AP exam last May, and my sister relaxing by watching HGTV’s Design Star. 

Anyway, back to Sing-Off (yes, they could have come up with a more imaginative title!).  Dad accidentally discovered it last week while flipping through channels and exercising, and it was an a cappella group singing a Jackson 5 medley.  So he told me about it.  Apparently, it’s American Idol for a cappella groups, except they are actually talented (ridiculously) and the judges are positive.  So it still goes for the cheesy drama at the end (“One of these groups will leave this stage forever…”) and drags it out endlessly.  But the performances were awesome.  The winner was a group called NOTA, Spanish for “note” – a group of Puerto Rican guys who had their own very distinctive beat and Caribbean flair.  Very smooth, fabulous musicians.  Then there were the over-40 soccer moms, which were actually really good, and the group that looked like it was made of truck drivers.  Then there were the typical college a cappella groups, co-ed and not.  The second place winners had my votes; they were quite simply entertainers on top of being awesome singers.  They hammed it up, looked like they were enjoying themselves immensely, and dressed like uber-preppy geeks.  Theirs was the loveable goofball shtick.  Anyway, it was fun to watch them perform (especially Sweet Caroline!).  And now you just read an entire paragraph on a TV show. 


To make this post even more of a nonsensical conglomerate than it already is, I shall quote a friend of my dear Lady Durer’s: “Let us stop being emotional prudes…let us strip our souls of cynicism and let them run around naked together.”  I’m sure there’s lots of qualifying statements I should make about this – you know, how we don’t need to disregard a little dose of reality or something – but I don’t feel like it.  Besides, you should know by now that I am all for stripping away cynicism.

Frankly, I cannot see its purpose in this world, except to ruin our enjoyment of life with realism.  Perhaps it causes less disappointments because you never hoped in the first place.  But you also miss some of the beauty in the world.  And as the irrepressible Anne Shirley said, the soaring is awfully nice while it lasts, and almost makes up for those great thumps of disappointment. 

And now I should end, because it’s midnight, and this little exchange just went on in my house:

Katie, from upstairs: “Megan, have you showered yet?”

Me, absentmindedly: “Mmm, no.”

“You should.  It’s your turn first!”

Mom, on her way upstairs and passing the computer: “She’s writing the sequel to War and Peace.”

(slight interjection: that would be hard to do.  I haven’t even read it).


I apologize for the complete randomness of this post.  But that’s a little snippet of my life as late – delightfully incohesive!

merry & bright,


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1 Comment Add your own

  • 1. Joanna  |  December 22, 2009 at 1:45 pm

    Oh, dear, I love you! We need to IM…


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