Since the beginning of spring I’ve been seeing non-stop adorableness everywhere I turn. Students are bringing puppies onto campus left and right and all I want to do is steal them (they are that cute). I also can’t help but to notice the influx of baby squirrels overtaking the trees. Honestly, they just might be some of the most precious critters I’ve ever seen. I am holding my breath just waiting for the baby bunnies that I know will spring up one of these days. This is exactly why spring is my favorite season. There is so much new life on campus (prospective students included!) and it makes my heart swell just looking around at it all. So for today I am going to dedicate my post to these little baby booboos. Here is a photo gallery that will instantaneously make your heart melt:
Baby Monkey...I just want to kiss his teeny face!
I can't tell you how badly I want a piglet in my dorm room, forever.
The ultimate cuddle buddy.
Baby Reds! Wish we had these here.
Just asked my roommate to buy a duckling with me...crossing my fingers she says yes.
This baby hamster is so small it is painfully cute.
And last but not least…
Floppy ears are beyond adorable on baby bunnies.
Upon leaving on Friday evening for Albany, aka my humble abode, I realized I needed to go to a bookstore in order to pick up a book I needed for one of my classes. After getting picked up by my father I informed him of my need to stop at Barnes and Noble for said book. On our way to the store he asked me if I wanted to go to the movies that night in order to finally see the Hunger Games. I happily replied in the affirmative as we headed into B & N. Little did I know what was about to take place.
Sitting on a table in the center of the store just happened to be a little island dedicated to all that is the Hunger Games. My eyes lit up as they collided with the cover of the first book of the series. It was in that instant that I knew I needed to read it before seeing the movie. After half-heartedly searching for my book for class and even asking a member of the staff to help me locate it, it became apparent that the book just wasn’t in the store. The man asked me if I wanted to order it, but as I needed it for Monday’s class I declined the offer and instead purchased the Hunger Games. The second the book was in my hands it was like an invisible force field surrounded the two, making them impossible to separate. This book was as good as mine and I hungrily began reading it. By the next morning I had already finished the first book and after work at the café I headed over to the Open Door Bookstore. There I picked up the second two books in the series, Catching Fire and Mockingjay and began to read.
By that evening I was already halfway through the second book and incredibly ready to go and see the movie. My father obliged me and we took off for the movie theatre with my little brother in tow. Sitting in the dark theatre waiting for the movie to begin my heart began to race. I could hardly hold in my excitement when the previews began and thanked my lucky stars that this movie theatre, the Spectrum in Albany, only runs about three previews before the film. The second the movie started I was enamored. Throughout it I would glance over at my father and have to stifle a laugh as he would constantly move up to the edge of his seat, he was that engrossed in it. After silencing my brother multiple times for trying to talk during the movie, I found that even after having read the book, I too was on the edge of my seat, cheering Katniss on in the Hunger Games.
When the credits began to roll I had come to a few conclusions. The first being that I no longer favored Gale over Peeta as something about Josh Hutcherson’s blonde hair made me giddy inside. The second was that Jennifer Lawrence is a greatly underrated actress. The third was that the movie completely played down any notion of romance that existed in the book, a detail that didn’t sit overly well with me. The fourth being that I couldn’t wait for the second film to come out. And the fifth that if I can’t be an actress in the near future I am going to have to be a writer. I need to be able to create a character with my bare hands, to breath life into each limb and conjure up each individual thought.
Returning home I finished the next two books and while I was a little ticked by the ending, I let it go. This is exactly how Suzanne Collins wanted to tell it. Therefore this is exactly how her characters needed to end up. And thinking this I then thought about my own future novels. How I will get to tell my own character’s stories choosing each word carefully. These stories may not end in the exact way a reader might like them to, but that’s the beauty of it. Feeling surprised, shocked, joyous, angry, and sometimes even horrified right up until the very last word.
Easter weekend is here and I have to admit that I’m very excited for it. I love easter and not for the reasons that you may think. I’m probably the least religious person you will ever meet, but there are a few things about this holiday that really make me smile (Jesus not really being one of them…). Here are just a few.
1. It’s spring!! Easter has always represented spring to me. Something about the flowers just starting to bloom and the baby animals just about to be born pulls at my heart strings.
2. Easter egg chocolates. Need I really say more? Oh, but I will. You know those cookie and cream chocolate easter eggs that come out around this time of the year? Yeah, worth every pound I put on.
3. Spending it with my family. My family can drive me crazy just like the next, but it is awesome to gather together and celebrate. It reminds me just how important they are in my life and how much I appreciate them.
4. Easter dinner. Absolutely delicious without a doubt. My dad gets out his chef hat and cooks the most mouth-wateringly scrumptious foods you could ever dream up.
5. Baby anythings. Baby ducks, baby bunnies, baby kittens…you get it. This holiday is associated with birth which walks hand in hand with adorable and ultra fuzzy baby animals.
Honestly, this chick could make a cold-blooded killers heart melt.
So here we all are again, back at the U. Spring break is officially over and while some of us are wishing it never ended so many others are rejoicing to be back again. It seems to me that Spring break went by incredibly sloooowwwwlllyyyy. Granted I technically had two weeks off instead of one due to the fact that I didn’t have any final exams. Regardless, two weeks was definitely enough. I spent my break being a teacher’s assistant in France (Paris and Vannes to be exact) and while it was an incredible experience it was also very exhausting. Needless to say I am quite happy to be back in the United States or more specifically back at Union. It seems very funny to me how many of my friends almost couldn’t wait to get back here. Going on facebook I was accosted with status’ about missing the U or wishing break was over already so they could come back. Either their breaks were absolutely awful or they just love Union that much. I’ll go with the second option.
The most exciting thing about being back on campus was the very first day of each of my classes. I had two classes on Monday and then my third class on Tuesday. On Monday I had my Women Writers course which I immediately grew to love. My teacher is strict without being mean or rude about it and she’s pretty funny. Ever since taking a WGS course I wanted to take another, but didn’t know how it would work in with my schedule as I’m a double major in French and English. This course actually encompasses both English and WGS! I get to read all of the wonderful assigned reading and on top of it I get to discuss the rights of women and how they were viewed in specific time periods. My second course is Modern Poetry. I loved Into to Poetry last trimester so this seemed the obvious next choice for me. So far the course has proven to be a little on the long side being an hour and forty minutes two days a week. I would actually have the class be only an hour and make up the extra time on Fridays. Poetry is so important and I think that taking that extra time outside of class to digest it is key. I find that class can get a little tiresome by the end, even though we are afforded a brief five minute break. My third and final class is my SRS or Sophomore Research Seminar. I am taking Scottish Witchcraft Trials and so far am absolutely loving it. My teacher is hilarious and so energetic that it immediately wakes me up and refreshes me in the morning. On top of that the information is incredibly interesting (what with discussions on torture, beggar women as witches, and the female to male witch ratio). So far these courses boast a lot of reading and writing, two things that I love to do very much. I can’t say I dislike any of my courses and I am very happy with my choices thus far.
Spring is in the air!
So this appears to be it, the final blog post I will make before the Winter trimester is complete. It is a little heartbreaking to have to say goodbye for the next two or so weeks, but this trimester has been full of so much good I can’t wait to see what the Spring trimester has in store for me. I’ve had a lot of fun these past few winter weeks in my cave of hibernation, but it is time to wake up, rub the sleep from my eyes, and get outside. Gone are the piles of snow that have encroached the campus. The heavy woolen coats and giant eskimo parkas have almost completely gone extinct for another year. The hats and scarves are being replaced in student’s dorm rooms with bathing suits, tanning lotion, and light weight beach cover-ups. Winter has finally come to an end and I am not the least bit sorry to see it depart. Good riddance to the frosty chill in the air that seems to plant itself in everyone’s bones and upset their happy moods. I’ve always seen the cold as some sort of virus that spreads from one to the other bringing a dose of sickness and unhappiness in the dead of winter. As the earth begins to thaw so do the moods of every college student as smiles spread like wild fire and coats are thrown into the backs of closets in earnest haste. The coming of spring, even if just a hint at first, melts the human spirit and brings everyone back to life.
My first priority this coming Spring tri is to finally hike around the Plotter Kill preserve in my scuffed hiking boots and with a bag of trail mix in tow. I’ve been discussing this hike for approximately a year and a half, but have never had the means of transport or the time to get outside and do it! My second priority this coming trimester is to begin serious preparations for my eventual flight from campus to Rennes in the fall. This means working my bum off to secure the GPA I desire, working hard at my two jobs in order to maintain a steady cash flow that will allow me to have some travel money, and to begin making a list of all the essentials for such a long trip. My third plan for the Spring is to open up to the campus more. I feel that for the past few winter months I have been hidden away in my room, barely sticking my head out to say boo to those that pass by on my floor. It is time to leave the room for reasons other then work and the occasional bathroom break. I need to get out there and experience all that is going on around me on this campus. Spring is the perfect weather to do this in and boasts so many wonderful concerts, shows, and talks. My fourth goal is to get ready for the summer weather by eating really well and working out most days. I make this a goal every trimester and so far I have really been trying to stick to it. Spring tri is do or die. The thought of these goals makes my head spin in excitement and I can’t wait until it warms up even more so that I can lay outside on a blanket in the bright sunshine.
So I’ve been hardcore stalking Pinterest and I’ve come up with a few goodies I just had to share. Hope you all enjoy them!
Berry Smoothies. No need to say more.
This TERRIFIC magnetic make-up board!
Veggie Crepes. These seriously make my mouth water.
White nails? Yes.
Messy Pony. I only wish my hair was longer.
Daffodils. My ultimate spring flower.
Take me there now.
And last but not least…..
Snooks is Preg
A recent revelation has caused me to actually become shocked. I’m not the type that is shocked by behavior or events very easily, but this was bigger then big. I couldn’t help but think for days on end that it was all a sick lie, that it couldn’t possibly be true. But I was proven wrong by the source itself. My fears have come to life. What is this tantalizing revelation you ask? It is the sad fact that Nicole “Snooki” Polizzi is in fact 3 months pregnant and engaged to dear sweet Jionni. WHAT?!?! I literally was shocked when seeing the cover of US Weekly and realizing this piece of information wasn’t false. My friends had been telling me for days that it wasn’t a lie, but I refused to believe them. Until that dreadful cover story.
I can’t even believe it sitting here today typing this post. I wish it wasn’t true, but you can’t help these things I guess. I asked myself today, “Adah, why are you so upset by this?” and the answer is quite simple. Nicole is only 24 years old, she is a wild party girl on every episode of Jersey Shore, and I don’t think she has reached her potential yet. She is a crazy fool and that’s why America loves her, but as her pregnancy moves along she will no longer be able to appear on Jersey Shore. Her star status comes solely from this reality tv show and without the show I am afraid she will simply fade into the background. Maybe people are happy about this, but I for one am not. I am fascinated by how she has taken Hollywood by storm. She has created this entire name and wealth for herself. She may come across as being dumb or a crazy party animal only content when guzzling alcohol or smushing, but she has to have some brains in her head to be able to create such an empire for herself. Think about how many people tune into Jersey Shore mainly to see what Nicole is up to. She is that entertaining with her booty popping and fights with Jionni.
Although one might argue that this little guidette or guido baby may in fact create an even bigger name for Snooki I think that it will ultimately destroy this newfound career. She may be able to get a reality tv show out of the deal, but how long will that last? Married life with children isn’t as entertaining as the single life hanging on the shore and dancing up a storm at Karma. I’m going to miss that little meatball terribly if she leaves (which is inevitable) and only wish that this little bundle of happiness would show up in two or three years.