Fin de Semana

Well. The weekend ended in much the same way as it began: with me in tears. I wasn't sad or depressed - it was purely vicarious experience. I woke up on Saturday, and my mom and my sister were watching a lifetime movie where this woman dies of cancer, but the death is all drawn-out and dramatized, and so all three of us girls were sitting on the couch crying our eyes out. And then they turned it onto this hallmark channel romantic movie fest. After crying my way through the entire first film, I had had it. When that movie was over, I left and took a walk outside. And then on Saturday night, I decided to watch a movie called Antwone Fisher sometime around midnight. I've seen the movie before, but it brings me to tears throughout the entire film. Actually, I could actually say that I almost broke into tears the moment my Dad and I drove down the driveway on Friday. It's so hard getting used to Scrappy not being there to greet me, not quivering with excitement just waiting to pounce on me. It's hard not thinking of her without getting this huge lump in my throat that threatens to choke me as it does now. I keep waiting for time to make it easier to bear, but it hasn't yet.

Anyway, I also had a very cool discussion about Colligative properties and how they relate to snow and ice. The colligative properties of salt solutions lower the freezing point of the solution requiring it to be colder in order for the roads and sidewalks to freeze over. And now as I sit here, I can see the bubbles rising up from my freshly opened sprite bottle. I know they are rising up because I changed the pressure in the container when I opened it, so there is now not enough pressure to keep the carbon dioxide dissolved in the solution. It's Henry's law at work, and I just had a test on it and colligative properties last Thursday. I am such a dork.

Aside from all the crying I did, it was a very good weekend. I got to go to a Christmas party and meet all kinds of cool and interesting people. I'm not usually much of a party person, in fact I avoid them as much a possible, but I actually had fun at this party. And speaking of parties, I hope everyone enjoyed their Superbowl parties, if they had one. I didn't. I went to the library to tutor someone in organic chemistry. When I got back, I dove straight into homework. The nice thing about this weekend was that I took one day completely off from school - I did absolutely no school work on Saturday. I made up for it by working on homework until ten tonight. But that's fine.

What's interesting is that I recently ordered a gift from Barnes and Nobles. Along with the gift, I ordered two books, one of them Cyrano de Bergerac. I haven't read the story since tenth grade, but I always watch the film whenever it's on, English subtitles or not. It truly is a wonderful story. One problem: when I ordered the book, I forgot to check the fine print, an omission which contributed to my surprise upon opening the package and discovering a book written completely in French. I don't understand French, but it's not worth it to send it back for a refund. I'll just learn French. Not.

And now, who knows? Maybe I'll go read a book, or maybe go to sleep. C'est la vie. Look, there's some French for you. Bon nuit.