Aren't we all under the weather?

West Michigan is known for its spastic weather. Known, at least, within West Michigan. Three years ago, as a young freshman hailing (sort of) from the thick red clay and saturating humidity of North Georgia, I was completely unprepared for the mood swings of a temperamental Mother Nature.

The past few weeks have given us sun, snow, rain, hail, thunderstorms, tornado warnings, wind, giving both body and wardrobe an aching whiplash. One day, I pull on my daisy-covered rain boots, the next my hat and gloves, and the next we're opening the patio door for some refreshingly sweet air. And as I fight headache after headache with caffeine, heating pads, Excedrin, and naps, I am humbled (and slightly annoyed) by the power weather holds over me. A single sunny day after months of gray can send me into a tizzy of energy and optimism, while a coming storm can turn me into an hurting, groggy beast of a being.

While I'm sure there is some medical explanation for my responses to the changes in barometric pressure and whatnot, I enjoy my bizarre connection to nature. Because even when I am overloaded with turmoil and stress, wishing that I didn't have to stare at my computer screen for another second, it reminds me to look outside.

An Unintentional Cliffhanger

So, in my haste in writing my last post, I neglected to mention my hard drive. For those of you holding your breath, you may now exhale.

Last semester, my Mac died a sudden death. Because it was in the middle of midterms, I was understandably distressed. (Read: hysterical for nearly a week). What was more heart-breaking was my abrupt loss of pictures, including many from my semester abroad in York, England. However, thanks to the work of some IT help, they were returned to me.

On a tasty note, I made curry chicken pasties today. And they were delicious.

Though I was loathe to share any of my precious pasties, how can I resist that face?

Hopefully, my next post will include a picture of me without a nose splint, and the nose I asked for at the doctor's. I brought in a magazine clipping of Angelina Jolie to make sure they knew exactly what I wanted.

Just kidding. But the idea of bringing a magazine clipping to a doctor's office like you would do for a hair salon is bizarrely humorous to me.  

Fractures and Hard Drives

I have returned safely to Calvin and to the daily grind of being a boring co-ed. Lots of time has passed since my last post, and I'm sure you're thinking: If she's so boring/bored, how can she not have found the time to write a measly blog post?

Mitigating circumstances, my friend. That's what. Because, over a week and a half ago, I found myself staring at a softball. It was coming closer and closer and all I could think was: "Oh shit." My friend took me to a walk-in clinic, and the x-rays confirmed that I had, indeed, broken my nose. And I'm sure you're wondering: How can this simple procedure of rectifying a broken nose have taken a week and a half to resolve?

Having been told to wait until the swelling had gone down before having it fixed, I was forced to wait. I was also forced to fight the bureaucratic system known as military insurance. There were tears, appointments, phone calls, and much begging for rides. But finally, on Thursday of this week, I went into surgery.

Nose broken before surgery...

...and now repaired, held together with spring's hottest new accessory.

So, between that and homework, quizzes, midterms, papers, friends, gym, fun, etc... I found little time for a post. But here it is. And on Thursday, I'll have the splint taken off, and we'll see how it looks. Until then, I try to remain not cross-eyed.

It is also unseasonably warm today. Everyone is in skirts and shorts and T-shirts and tanks-- I haven't seen this much skin since August! It was so nice, in fact, that after church I went for a walk in the nature preserve with a future roomie. I also had a dance party with present roomie Heather and continued my descent into obsession with 24. Kiefer Sutherland will soon be on our Man Wall, hopefully alongside President David Palmer. 

With no motivation to do any more Statistics homework, I will now go work on my opus magnum, my sword-and-sorcery masterpiece. Whatever will my characters do next?

-Momo