Freezing Cold Bungalows

Yesterday was my first day of classes. I don't have much to say about that anymore. They were classes, I'll learn to tolerate some and I'll love a few. End of story. Besides it's hard to have an opinion on anything when it's THIS FREAKIN' COLD. I was so bundled and layered yesterday, it was ridiculous.

Did you know it's possible to get a brain freeze from the cold air? Yeah, me either, but that's what my forehead felt like. I'm thankful that the most walking I have to do is from the parking garage to classroom building and then just one building over from there. Otherwise I'd be one miserable person this semester.

(It should be noted that I spent yesterday while walking in the cold cursing myself for not going to school somewhere further south. What a stupid decision. 17 year olds should never be allowed to make such important decisions, really.)

Anyways, I took my camera with me yesterday since I'm doing this 365 project and they tell you to take your camera with you everywhere, something I've sadly never thought to do before. It was a good experience, definitely something I'll continue to do.

On my way home I pass through Finchville, which is no more than a little stretch of highway for those unaware. Finchville is home to my dream house:



A perfect little bungalow with a chimney, and a concrete porch like my grandparents had. And trees in the front yard. When I say I want to someday live in a house with character, that is what I'm talking about.

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All this talk about babies...



I'm still just a dog mom. ;D

Life Update
-I go back to school next week. Am of course kinda 'blah' about it all. (*think of your future* *think of your future*)

-I'm already sick of the cold weather. In the past that's meant me spending hours planning a vacation. This year all I do is look up real estate in warmer states. AWFUL. Just awful. Especially when I'm stuck here for at least another year. (Hi! Yep, this is me...complaining.)

-Isn't Molly adorable? I just want to smoosh her face most of the time. She's only slightly disturbed by it anymore.

-My latest chicken coop plan involves hatching chickens secretively until one day I'm all 'surprise Dad! we've got chickens!!' And then he'll have no choice but to build me a coop.

-Isn't that genius? I know. I'm pretty proud of myself.

-I asked Jon what I should do if say...Dad finds my chicken incubator. He says, 'tell him you're making deviled eggs.' (Sadly Jon does not have his sister's brand of genius, because I don't think this excuse will work.)

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Homemade Boiled Peanuts.


Don't ask me why I tried doing this. I just did. They were okay, not nearly as good as the ones you find at those shifty roadside stands in the deep south.

I joined Project 365 on Flickr. One of my 100 Things to Do Before I Go is to complete a 365 project. So far I've got 2 down, 363 to go.