Some things: #1 It's weird to go to Market Street. #2 I rebel and wear a t-shirt when i go. #3 It's funny/sad to watch dads run helplessly after their toddlers.

This just in from my amazing roommate Candus: "I keep my glasses from Avatar in my purse at all times, just in case something 3D happen."

Motivational Blogging: How to Study at Starbucks

#1: Open laptop.

#2: Try (unsuccessfully) to log on to the internet (i.e. Facebook).

#3: Give up and write paper heading and open book.

#4: Tap on keyboard expectantly.

#5: Think about whether or not to get a drink.

#6: Look at the book for inspiration.

#7: Get a drink because it will help you focus.

#8: Suddenly become obsessed with blogging about this experience by text.

#9: Give in and send one (also unsuccessfully). 

#10: Buckle down and finish the assignment so that you can get home and blog about this experience the old fashioned way.

THE END

It's a snow day after all...

Bitterness would equal completely gone if my classes had been cancelled earlier like I had wanted them to be, but as far as school days go, it wasn't so bad.  Sure, I had a take-home test to turn in and got a butt-load of homework assigned for that one class alone, and sure I had a quiz over the correct uses of por and para, but all of my classes let out early and this is what I got to walk home/drive home in! 

Please note Mr. Tumnus over there with his SHSU umbrella.  He hangs around Evans all the time (I actually have a class with him, but don't tell the paparazzi). 

I did not know until now how much snow can accumulate on a hoodie.  This is nothing compared to what I looked like by the time I got to the library.  I was a Sam Houston Snowball.

I am thankful beyond words for my (GREEN AND WHITE POLKA-DOTTED) rain-boots!

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I like (me gusta) when class ends early, Yoplait yogurt, warm feet, and reading in bed on cold, wet days.

I don't like (no me gusta) walking through the cold rain when it should be a snow day, homework, cold toes, finishing good books, and people who don't get sarcasm (okay, I like the person, just not their sense of humor...)

This post is sponsored by Dr. Koeninger who let class out early.  Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to finish Haveloc.

I'm going to make this short and -- .

No, really, I am.  I promise.  This is not going to be a long post.

I'm tired.  I should either be sleeping or studying, but who has the mental capacity to do either of those at 11:42pm?  Not me.  I'm too sleepy to concentrate on not my native language and too full of thoughts to actually sleep.  But I don't want to share any of those thoughts with you.  I just wanted to complain about my predicament.

IT HAD BETTER DAD-GUM SNOW TOMORROW.

Come on, SHSU!  Cancel those classes.  You can do it!  I believe in you!

What's going to happen if East Texas continues to have snowy-ish winters?  Will the state quit cancelling school for them?  Oh, dear.

BUT PLEASE, STATE, GIVE US TOMORROW!

How about this: You be Sir Gawain and I'll be Penelope. That's called a metaphor.

Everyone who knows me well knows that I infinitely prefer a well told shoot 'em up movie to the latest chick flick.  I'll take Bond, James Bond over What Women Want any day, especially if he's Sean Connery or Daniel Craig.  (From Monte Carlo with Love, anyone?   I tried.)  Also, if there's a combination of action and sci-fi, or action and, say, Middle Earth, I'll be there in two seconds flat.  That being said, I am also more than a little obsessed with Jane Austen.  I know, it doesn't make sense to me, either. (Well, it has to do with words, so it kind of does make sense...)

I had to preface this post with that paragraph.  Something inside of me insists on rebelling against pink, overly-priced purses, and froo-frooness (speaking of words...).  I've had to face the facts a long time ago.  I am only just now learning what to do with my hair, my nails will probably never be more than just presentable, and I really don't know that much about fashion except as it pertains to me and what I feel I look good in.  My favorite color is green, my second favorite is orange, and though I find the romanticism of Win a Date with Tad Hamilton adequate on a surface level, what I really long for is a gun (cross-bow/sword/nun-chucks), a mission, and someone to execute it with.  I really think this is what all women want.

But I am not going to get lost on a rabbit trail of how women are not the adventure itself but a partner in the adventure.  (For more wisdom and insight into that idea and more, read Captivating.) Well, maybe I am, but not in the way most of you (my old and new small group girls and those friends who have been around long enough to hear me rant) have heard before.  Because today, I had a revelation.

I feel sort of silly writing this.  I feel silly because this is the second time the Lord has shown me something through a CHICK FLICK.

I have wanted to re-watch the movie Kate and Leopold for several weeks now, and I haven't had time to do it.  This morning I had an empty apartment and took some sabbath time (see previous blog post).  The revelations I had during it were more like reminders than anything.  Maybe even more like exhortations.  Maybe it was a wake-up call.  I don't know.  How about I just tell you already?

Do you know the premise of Kate and Leopold?  You should watch it.  It nicely combines science fiction and love story, and after watching it for only the third time ever, I noticed deeper channels that I doubt even the writers and directors fully understand.

First off, Leopold is from 1876, and Kate is one of us 21st century women.  Through an interesting series of events, Leopold enters Kate's life, and this is what he shows her: gentlemanliness.  Not the simpering, cordial small talk kind of gentlemanliness.  I'm talking respect, honor, graciousness and courage.  The whole chivalric shebang.  He honors her simply because she is a woman; he honors her when she has done nothing otherwise to earn it. In fact, her primary behavior discourages it.  He is the first man to ascribe this kind of intrinsic value to her, and it changes her.  Basically, there is something divinely right about being what the Lord had in mind for us to be, both men and women.  Watch the movie with this in mind and I think you'll see what I'm talking about.

The second and significantly less pronounced is the state of the nurse at the mental hospital where the character responsible for this time-travel is trapped.  As he fervently explains what he knows to be true, her desire for something spectacular, for the existence of something grand and exciting, for...adventure, is evident on her face.  Clearly she has been trapped in her "there IS nothing more than this provincial life" way of thinking, and he sets her free.  Is there anyone who cannot relate to that? And is it sappy and quasi-TV preacher of me to say that it was kind of...beautiful?  Yeah, it probably is.  But, oh well.

That's the whole gist of it.  That is how my morning was spent.  I was being reminded of the Sacred Romance (which also happens to be a book title), of whom I am called to be, and what real men look like through a chick flick.

Hello, real life!