As I trudged along Green Street last night, ubiquitous grey Jansport strapped to my back, a wee bunny hopped across my path, and I was reminded of my very first bunny sighting in Chambana, back in August, when I was walking to Big Lots. (Remember that, blogosphere?) I think this means that spring might finally be coming to East Central Illinois, but I don't want to get my hopes up quite yet. However, the weather has been improving somewhat--it was nearly 70 degrees yesterday! Downright tropical. With the change in the weather, of course, comes increased tornado danger here in the Midwest. Luckily, last week was Severe Weather Week on WILL-AM, so I am totally prepared if one strikes.
It's been a long winter. Not so long that we had to start milling wheat in the coffee grinder, but still--it feels like it's been cold forever. I think that's why I haven't posted since Christmas; I haven't been unhappy at all, but I just haven't had the energy. I was too concerned with conserving body heat to try to be witty, and besides, my life is pretty dull. I spent my longest unbroken stretch ever in Chamb-Urb--from the end of January to last weekend, when I went to Chicago--and that was too long. I got a little crazy. I like it here just fine, but I do better when I have little breaks to look forward too. Also, I have had the Midwestern death flu for the past, oh, seventeen years, which has put a bit of a damper on the old spirits.
God, I'm a whiner. I think I just need some hydropathic medicine:
Phew! Now I feel better. Thank god for water, which cures and prevents all diseases.
Ok, I was blogging merrily, and then Pat started watching some insane, accusatory video about how your climbing backpack isn't good enough. It kind of broke my concentration. The boy has mountains on the brain. Luckily, he is going backcountry avalanche ski-climbing or something like that over spring break, so that might alleviate some of his outdoor-lust. Meanwhile, I will be flitting around D.C., wearing uncomfortable corporate ladywear while networking with museum professionals in an attempt to someday secure employment. WOO SPRING BREAK D.C.!!!
Maybe I should start solving mysteries in my (copious) spare time, ala Veronica Mars. (Remember when I told everyone I wanted to be a private eye after graduation?) I've been watching quite a bit of V-Mars, and I've come to a couple conclusions:
1. Weird shit goes down in Southern California.
2. Veronica Mars is only good at solving mysteries because she's hot.
I don't claim to hold a candle to Kristen Bell, but maybe I can start exposing the seamy underbelly of Champaign-Urbana. I mean, sure, it SEEMS like a boring old college town, but there are probably tons of mysteries I can uncover! Like, what is that weird plastic-y smell that's everywhere? Why does the Orchard Downs bus always say it's going to campus, but then it really goes to this weird subdivision called Yankee Ridge, causing me to be perpetually late? Who thought that those hideous octagonal buildings that besmirch the C-U skyline were a good idea?
I'm on the case. Right after I watch some more Veronica Mars.
3 comments:
Do you need an apparatus to water yourself, or can you just do it with a friend?
Apparatus. Which is for sale for a reasonable price, of course. But I think we could make it work without one, don't you?
how do you remember such detail from LHOTP?? also I just got so so nostalgic thinking about it and those pretty Garth Williams pictures. f being an archivist, I want to be a pioneer.
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