I am so distracted.

Currently, Arizona, I am a distracted little kitten.

So, as I type this I sit in a Fair Trade café called Traditions in town. I’m drinking a delicious almond milk mocha with some friends and earlier Cora and I took the 9:48 bus so that we could get breakfast at this delicious café called New Moon. I went to New Moon earlier this weekend with Sydney in Cosima after we pulled a really ridiculous all-nighter and fell in love. Unfortunately, this morning, they were all out of tofu so I was unable to get a delicious herbed tofu dish with potatoes. But! But. I had some powdered French Toast with the greatest blackberry jam so I won’t complain too loudly about the tofu-shortage.

Woah, wait. See? Distracted. I’m supposed to be writing scholarship essays. I mean, I will, definitely, but right at the moment I’m blog-writing instead and listening to the ladies talk about their school trip.

(Silly faced.)

The girls just left so now I’m actually going to start doing what I need to… after this blog. First, let me say that I’ve been going non-stop these last few weeks. I believe that the last time I blogged I wrote about out amazing beach trip? Well, after that everything with crazy. We had a snow week where trees fell and the power went out. School was closed for a ridiculous amount of time. The snow was just incredible. A true winter wonderland.

Okay, I got down to business and wrote three scholarship essays. I also finished my mocha. Now I can actually write a post that consists of more than just my frantic, spazzed-out brain.

Arizona. My last two weeks have been exceptionally exhilarating, allowing me to open myself up and remind myself of things that I’ve known for a while but forgot a bit. As I said before, I haven't blogged since the day at the beach. Part of the reason for that was because I’ve been so busy and things just have not calmed down, but another reason is because it almost feels like I have nothing to really say. Which is really weird because I have so much to say.

The day on the beach did something to me. The wind whipped me around and the ocean reminded me how infinite things are and the sunset opened my eyes to beauty that only really exists when you look at it. I took pictures and I remember it but the feeling of experiencing the sky changing around me was like. I don’t know. Someone I used to know always made fun of my analogies, so I’ll take a tip from him right now and not try to explain it. But, the other part of the beach day I can’t truly explain is how we all felt and how comfortable it was and how since then we’ve been buzzing off of each other's energy. Maybe not everyone; maybe' it’s just me and I’m a crazyfaceweirdo but I’m pretty sure it’s not. It’s been beautiful and I’m very happy. I feel like I’m apart of this big family and I love all of them. Honest to god, I love every single person in my Oly Family and I know some of them may read this so that’s a little weird, just because I’m being all mushy gushy and that could be embarrassing, but hey. Whatever. I’m pretty sure they’re all aware that I’m a big dorky dork, so. Anyway. Here we are at the beach:

And, just because I feel they haven’t been properly introduced, from left to right: Jenny, Harrison, Zachary, Sydney, Rachel, Cosima, Sean, Joe, Cora, Evan, Keegan, and hopefully you know the wild red-head on the end. A few love-bugs are missing, but this is basically the gang.

So, the beach day happened and then we got back and the snow came down like a silent attack of white. MLK day meant we had that Monday off of school, and then the snow punch Olympia right in the gut and everything just stopped. Power went out for days all over town, the school shut down, the buses halted. It was ridiculous. A state of emergency was declared and I probably should have been worried, but how could I be worried when impromptu snowball fights kept happening and I felt like I was wandering around Hogwarts?

Ohh okay. Here’s another story. So, one night over what we call Snow Week 2012- I think it was Tuesday- we were at dinner and it was announced that Wednesday would be a snow day, so we decided to go into the woods that night and have a little fire. It turned into a big fire (well, not physically. I mean a lot of people came out. The fire itself was very safe and contained.) with a lot of singing. Keegan played his dulcimer (all you musicians, go look that up. It’s AMAZING!) and we all sat close to one another to stay warm. At one point I took a little walk by myself (not to far away from the others, don’t you worry momma) and it was snowing and it was so beautiful. It was the middle of the night in the middle of the forest with snow falling through the trees and I felt like my entire life was perfectly okay. It was a moment like the beach, were no matter how vividly I remember or whether I took a picture (I didn’t) it just doesn’t mean as much as the moment it happened.

After the fire we all went back to campus and the snow just started to come down. It was like a the snow was dancing. We all played in it and ran around. Cora and I made snow angels. There were hundreds of snow balls. And it wasn’t just the gang that was playing, but everyone that came out. It was too much fun. I felt like a child. (Oh weird. I just looked outside and realized I can see the capital building… Told you I was distracted!)

I think I’ll have to do a big picture post, because I have so many beautiful pictures. Also, I think I need to break from blogging because I still need to grocery shopping. I haven’t really down that other than the trip to the co-op during the snow week (sloshy sloshy streets. Good thing I got those rain boots for Christmas!!) but that was mostly for honey and peanut butter. (How cute. Three little kids in the café I’m in are discussing how they eat organic but they’re not really vegan. They are all definitely under the age of six. “I eat organic ice cream!” TOO. CUTE. CAN’T HANDLE IT.)

Alright. Time to walk to the transit center, go to the store, and when I get back I will finish this blog. For you, Arizona, this is all one post. But for me, this is a lot of little breaks. hah. Okay. Time to move!

…and I’m back! It’s 11:26 pm and I’ve spent the day out and about. I went grocery shopping and am now benefiting from that with a bit of bread and honey. Delicious. I got back from the sketch meeting and then sketch show rehearsal not too long ago. (Oh, ps. I’ve changed comedic directions in that I am no longer in improv but instead in sketch comedy as of last week.)
I think this blog post really is about done, but there are so many little things I feel I’ve left out. I will get them in the next one. I swear to it.
So, goodnight, my desert home.
When I post this it’ll be 30 minutes after midnight your time, which means it’s my best friend’s birthday. Caleb Madsen, happy 19th birthday, lovebug.
To everyone else, I wish you the happiest of days.

xox.