Snowing in April

Woke up to a car covered in snow. I've mentioned previously that I feel safer when it does snow. The car is completely covered and while I generally feel people's apathy for their surroundings protects me most of the time, it is nice to have that extra security.

Although, to be honest, yesterday morning I felt a little defeated. My first draft of my thesis paper is due on Monday and I feel like I only have a small grasp on a much larger subject. Friday, I spoke to the a Eastern European studies professor, more in tune to the early twentieth century and the transitional shifts that brought people from the medieval period, to the Enlightenment to the modern era. Those seem like large gaps in history, but it is all interconnected. Once my paper gets reviewed a couple of times I might post it on here.

Anyways! The sky snowed nonstop. I went to bed pretty late Sunday night/Monday morning, and left the library to a light snow fall. By the time I woke up, the snow blanketed the landscape. I opted out of going to the Plasma center, not wanting to wipe off my car. Slept in, unintentionally and scrambled off to class.

 I stopped by the library before to find this notice. The school offers a 24 hour study location in the library, but the library itself would be closed. I still had to work though.

The warehouse grocery store had little traffic. Normally, it takes the crew an hour or so after closing to clean up everything. We left ten minutes after closing, because no mess had been made.

Here are some pictures of the open area covered with snow. I love walking through there, it's like being in a little forest. Can you believe the school wants to tear this down and build a stupid fucking stadium?

I imagine a small Fern Gully community living in the man made forestry, terrorized by the very threat.

National Poetry Month

To celebrate National Poetry Month, the library has a neat little table filled with book puns. I don't care much for poetry. There are a few great poets, like Poe, who can capture my imagination however, that's not what this post is about.




  I love libraries. I remember going to the Sand Creek Library almost every week and checking out books. Over the summer the library featured programs that rewarded you with a beanie baby knock off if you read so many books. My sister and I would grab stacks of books and spent all week reading just to get a crappy little stuffed animal. She would read out loud to me.

She would summarize books she had read that were a little too much for my age at the time and make up her own stories, relate them to our neighborhood and lives. We would go on walks through the block and she would say things like, this is a zoo now and in each house an animal lives. Underneath that brush there is a leopard! This empty lot is a for a cheetah! Unfortunately, her wild imagination is also spawns from her mental illness, which turned pretty violent around puberty.

Even when she moved out and went to live with my dad, I still went to the library. I walked, rode my bike, checked out books and still find myself in libraries when I need to feel connected to something.

In middle school, you'd find me with my nose in a book, sitting in the corner. In high school, I joined impromptu book clubs, because the Sword of Truth novels captured the imagination of a random collection of students. My love for fantasy novels led me to find a medieval combat group and now I'm a part of a HEMA community. I'm graduating, in thirty-one days, with a history degree due to my love of reading.

My interests, imagination, and motivation sprung forth from the pages of books. Libraries are my havens, walls of books to guard me against the world by introducing me to it. When I feel I don't understand people, my empathy is found within the pages of someone's mind spill. I am never alone when I read, but feel connected to people even more.