I have always longed for a fairy tale. Love at first sight, boys throwing rocks at your window, them sweeping you off your feet, and all of those other precious things that come with fairy tales make me smile inside and out. The thing about fairy tales, not every princess has this story. Belle had to live with a beast. Some princesses kiss frogs and others are cursed. I do not know what princess I am yet, but I do know this sudden change of events scares me. I have gotten so used to not being asked out on dates that now that I am being asked, guys walk me home, and some even come to my apartment just to say hi even though they live all the way across campus and beyond, I do not know what to do. The flirting, phone calls and dates scare me. My fairy tale is beginning. I am just going to have to figure out what kind of princess I am. I may not be willing to kiss a frog before I can have my prince. I guess without a little trouble, there would be no story. I will say I am a sucker for a boy in a sweater. So, this is my season.
On a completely different topic, you would think I would have a rough day when it snows. I woke up to a white blanket covering everything. The thing is, after making homemade pancakes, hot chocolate, and syrup and bundled up in as many layers as I could, I was a happy girl. I went to Honor Choir and had so much fun even though there is no way I will ever hit the high note in the song we are singing. I went to my Family Processes class after. You know you are in a good class when you watch Bill Crosby, Who's On First, and pieces of Star Wars and connect them to theories you are learning about.
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