Curses! It’s all warm and springlike. I want winter! Snow! Sleet! Ice! Hail! Well, maybe not hail. But I especially want snowmen, and my chances of getting one are not looking good.

In happier news, I survived the first week of classes, and they were mostly good. I’m going to have to work really hard in Biology and Spanish (*gasp*, hard work?? Me??), and my Algebra teacher is just plain terrifying, but Algebra is a piece of cake so it should be fine. Also, I foresee that I will LOVE British Literature. The first thing we’re reading is Beowulf. For that alone, I would adore the class, but also my teacher uses words like multiplicity and litigious, so we’re going to get along swell.

Hmm, books. I finished To Kill a Mockingbird, and I think it’s now one of my favorite books. I also finished The Grey King, and I think it *would* be one of my favorite books if I’d read the first three books in the series. As it was, it was good, but not spectacularly awesome. Chelsea, who rocks, got me The Lost Tales, Vol. 1 by Tolkien, so I’ve started that today.

Let’s see, what else did I do this week…got caught in the grandaddy of all thunderstorms, climbed trees several times, went exploring on the roads and fields behind the soccer field, watched Reign of Fire, goofed around with Sarah, and did boring things like homework. This weekend we’re ripping up our bathroom floor to fix a leak or…something…kind of vague on that. Also I plan on doing some serious archery, and I’m heading back to campus early on Sunday to get some studying in before the deluge of classes comes crashing down on my poor unprotected head on Monday morning.

Keeping my fingers crossed for a snowman.