no eclairs today

It snowed today. Best snow of the season. Best snow in a couple of years, really.

It warranted a cup of hot dark cocoa, a substantial sledding route, a couple of snowmen, a snow angel, a drive around the farm with my father, and a collaborative snow sculpture of a wedding cake (complete with snowbride and snowgroom atop the fourth tier).
True blue skies, blankets of snow, fir trees, an early morning, crisp air, that bright sheen into the windows, and hot drinks. Glorious.

I've got to get a grip on my healthy behavior decision-making. Not doing so well. Opting not to exercise, opting to bake and eat fourteen thousand pounds of cookies at a time, not taking off my makeup before bed, and sleeping all the time. It's dragging me down. I have to stop. I have to start anew. I wish I'd just DO it. I'm going to. Tomorrow. Well, of course, I'm going to exercise TONIGHT to prove to myself that I'm serious about it, but you know. The start of a new week just goes well with the start of a new behavioral pattern. Right?

Isn't it just sort of remarkable whenever something outrageously romantic happens to you? I'd rather say "glorious", but I use that a little too much here lately, so "remarkable" will have to do. But really.
I was walking to acting class on Thursday, reading my script aloud, when out of the blue, I hear, "KELLY!" I look up, and on the fourth floor of the parking garage, the boy that makes my face hurt is standing, waving. My mouth dropped open, I yelled, "Wait just a minute!" and bounded up the flight of stairs to get up there. I looked at him in astonishment (not something out of the ordinary when it comes to interactions with him) and he explained that he was in town and thought he'd drop by to leave a note on my car and happened to see me walking by.
This is also the boy I visited in January, the occasion that found me in his dorm room having a picnic on a quilt with chicken salad, two blue sparkly cupcakes, hummus, water bottles with blue plastic cups, and a baguette (yes, that's right, a baguette!), wrapped in parchment paper with a ribbon bow. As Judy Garland and the Postal Service and Norah Jones played quietly on his iPod from its windowledge perch. All of this at the college that distinctly resembles historic England, on a snowy day.
All the things that happen with this boy are that way; too perfect to actually seem real.
Which is why I decided I was more in love with the idea of the whole thing than the actuality of it and tossed it aside at the beginning of February. (Well, that, and the three strikes against him from our February outing to the State Capitol...)
So how did I respond to the ridiculously romantic occurrence on Thursday? I smiled and mentioned that I was on my way to class, and within two minutes, left to go to said class and that was that.
If I had been in love with him, I would have skipped it.
If we were in love with one another, we'd run away and do all sorts of ridiculously romantic things gallavanting around. And that would be all that mattered.
But we're not in love with one another.
We are not boyfriend and girlfriend.
We are not college sweethearts.
And frankly, I think we're both quite fine with that.

I won't give him up completely. But my heart wanders elsewhere in the meantime.

So. Onto the great American pastime!
I hear our baseball team didn't fare so well this afternoon in the grand city of Jacksonville. (from anonymous sources and by that I mean my darling friend Julianna, who managed to find a live-feed site that documents our team's progress.) But alas, alas, they will do splendidly this Wednesday when we play, and with much luck, both my darling friend's and my crushes will get some game time we can witness.
Ooooh, I love baseball.
It's supposed to be sixty-three degrees this Wednesday. Let's hope so.
The past two games I've been to, I've frozen halfway to death, regardless of the layer upon layer of clothing that I wear and pack and apply as the games progress.
Silly winter. It's time for spring. Especially now that my darling significant snow day has arrived and gone... it is officially time for warm weather that stays.

I'm so tired of school. I don't know exactly what I want to do with my life, but schooling isn't it. Of course it's an essential step in accomplishing whatever it is I have to do to do what I want to do with my life, but still.
I love the weekend.

a list inspired by my ex-roommate
kentucky derby
sundresses
sunglasses
sun hats
pillbox hats
big, floppy straw hats
mint juleps
Mr. Metzger
gin and tonic
horses
flowers
wreaths
hooves
horseshoes
bleachers
cucumber sandwiches