Baby it's cold outside

But it's a sweat-box in here ;p I don't have control over my heat, and I'm pretty sure the thermostat is in the basement-level apartment, so aaaaall the heat rises into my apartment, while my radiators are still pumping out the same heat as the ones three floors down. I love it though- because I don't like sweaters and I've spent enough time in my life freezing during the winter because of cheap roommates.

It's a white-out outside my apartment. We're supposed to have our Yule celebration tonight at Sarah's out in Pembroke... I'm still holding out. I think the snow will stop by then, and the plows will be out. I have high hopes. For just about everything right now. ;)

Today is my parents's 30-somethingth wedding anniversary, too; two people who met in unlikely circumstances, and six months later were walking down the proverbial aisle (in my grandmother's living room). It fills the mind with whimsical ideas about love... ideas that I choose to believe. I'm done with treating romance as an analytical process, or love as a logical conclusion. I'm done thinking rationally about a lot of things. There is magic and miracles happening every day, whether it's the infinite number of unique snow flakes falling all over Buffalo, or two people falling in love unexpectedly, or a manuscript falling into the right hands at the right moment.

Happiness is a choice. I think when more people begin to learn how to make that choice, we're going to start to see some really amazing changes in the world, and in ourselves. More magic. More miracles. More love.

Happy Friday :)

Oops

Turns out there are two Clive Booth Halls, one en-suite and one not- and I'm in the not. That's okay though! So I have to share a bathroom with the rest of the flat. But, I get to say I'm living in a flat. In Oxford.

;D