THE MAYANS WERE WRONG…THIS TIME.
Blogger: Laurel Cox
I can’t say I’m terribly surprised we’re all still here, truckin’ along, but I am a little relieved. To celebrate the “end of the world”, I did absolutely nothing. Well, I guess that’s not entirely true. I did go to a restaurant with my family, but that was more to celebrate my brother’s graduation. My brother is all grown up now, a big-bad post graduate in a post-apocalyptic world.
In other news, I just had my birthday on Monday, so huzzah for aging! It was my last significant birthday for a while, the big 21. I celebrated by going to see the Hobbit, an unexpected journey. Incidentally, I was in Salt Lake City on a journey of my own, though this one was a little more expected. I drove home from Los Angeles with a friend, stopping in Tahoe and SLC on our way back to Boulder. Halfway through the trip, one of the side mirrors of the car got a little haircut, and between all the stuff piled into the back of the car and the now duct-taped side mirror, our visibility was narrowed down to 1 mirror. Quite harrowing, if I do say so myself. It’s ok, we were only almost crushed by a semi that forgot to signal like, two times. It’s chill. That also had nothing to do with our mirrors being limited. Totally not our fault. On our way out of Wyoming and into the 303 (aka Colorado), a beautiful, billowing blizzard blew across our path. It didn’t matter how many mirrors we had at that point. We could have been a car made out of mirrors and it wouldn’t have made it any easier to see. Good thing we were leading the caravan of cars through the storm.
To pass the time, we told stories, just like in the Olden Days of Yore. Speaking of which, do you know the song “Most Wonderful Time of the Year”? (Which it is, by the way). Well, there’s a line about people telling ‘scary ghost stories’ to each other, but aside from “A Christmas Carol”, I have never told a ghost story during the holidays. It’s just not very holiday-y. Anyway, I decided to follow Andy Williams’ advice, and dug up an old ghost story from my youth, by which I mean I looked it up on my phone (yay for technology). It used to keep me up at night, though now I’m not sure why. It’s called “the Half-skinned Steer” by E. Annie Proulx. The link is here if you fancy a look-see. It’s preeeettty creepy. Consider yourself warned. Especially if you’re planning on visiting a snow-laden ranch in Wyoming.
Well, that was a pretty big segue/aside. The point is that road trips are wonderful, though I am glad to be home now. As it turns out, I’ll be home for the next four months, and then I’m going to JAPAN!!!! That’s right folks, I’m studying abroad in the land of the rising sun! They are on a quarter system, which I why I (and the other 3 students from Oxy) aren’t leaving until April, but the trade-off is that we’ll be there through the summer. I am really quite excited about the whole thing. If it were socially acceptable, I’d be saying “squee! Squee! Squee!!” all day, every day.
For lack of words to describe the end of my semester, I think a photo montage will suffice. It began with:
Then quickly escalated to:
Well folks, that’s all for now! Now that I’m home and looking for many opportunities to procrastinate applying for a job, I’m sure you’ll hear back from me soon!
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