Princess Sparklefists

Dad and I left Montreal yesterday around 6pm and stopped for the night in Watertown, New York. The folks at the Weather Channel and the local meteorologists were all going on about the blizzard due to hit Saturday night and continue through the day on Sunday, so we were a bit worried that we might get snowed in at Watertown. Luckily, it seemed relatively clear this morning, so we decided to go for it. The hotel was nice and comfy, but I still didn't want to laze around their all day.

Along the way home I we experienced almost all the possible forms of precipitation (just no hail), but the snow didn't get too bad until we hit Pennsylvania. The driving didn't get to bad until we hit Ohio, where it was still snowing just as much, but the interstate wasn't plowed. Instead of clearing the snow, in Ohio we just freak out and drive like idiots. And, inevitably, spin off the road. At the same time, the Cleveland Browns were playing a football game against the Buffalo Bills. According to the radio commentators, the field was covered in several inches of snow. Gotta love the lake effect.

During the drive I finished reading Starlight and Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close, and started re-reading Eclipse, which Dad had grabbed off the top of my pile of library books for me. I didn't get very far into Eclipse before it was too dark to read. Edward and Bella's conversation in the first chapter about Wuthering Heights got me thinking, and I spent some time composing a mental essay of sorts. Which means, sometime this week you can likely expect to hear about my thoughts on Wuthering Heights, Eclipse, and my general dislike of love triangles in fiction. Unfortunately, before I can do that, I've got a much less interesting review of literature to write for one of my classes. :(

We did get back to Columbus safe and sound, though slightly later than we had hoped. For the last few hours of the drive I was suffering from severe radio ADD. I'm sure Dad probably thought I was crazy, but there's only so many times in one day that I can listen to the same songs over and over. Elvis singing Blue Christmas was okay the first time, but by play number four I wasn't as amused. Anyway... it was just a long day. I'm not even going to attempt unpacking tonight; I'll wait until tomorrow when I've had some sleep and the sister/organizational guru can help me.