Gotta say, I'm really ready for these snowstorms to go... Aah, I don't even know go where. Anywhere but here, that's certain! Another eight inches yesterday, on top of storm after storm, in anticipation of more storms. It's barely January. I'm gonna die in this frigid state, buried beneath an avalanche of epic proportions. My headline will read, "Girl Survives Herself Only To Perish In Snow Storm". (Sorry dude, it was the cleverest I could manage at the moment.)

My wit is most assuredly lacking at present. I've spent the past week writing until my fingers cramp and my neck is permanently contorted into a Quasimodo hunch. Seriously, Crystal spent an hour trying to get the knots out earlier and she barely smidged 'em.

Why, you ask? The answer is but one little word: money. My time is spent begging big corporations to send some pittance my way - or, rather, my loans' way. This little thing called 'adjustable rate' is shrieking down toward my head with all the dignity of a guillotine. I may have a job soon, provided the transfer works out, but $12 an hour isn't going to dent a-- well, I'd rather not admit to how large the monster is, but American U is not a cheap school, particularly when the government screws you over. Each day I prostrate myself before the scholarship gods, offering my baked goods and desperation as sacrifices.

Wish me luck. So far, the sun has not shined upon this land.

In positive news, I've got one substantial letter written to send off in search of sponsorships (17 pages, single-spaced, to be completely editted and finalized by next week) and have only three essays to go to complete one of the most promising grants I've yet come across. After that I return to The Great Hunt, meaning I drag a mattress down to the library and camp out in the reference section with their gigantic books of all the scholarships available in the US. Either that, or I move to Sweden and crash on Siri's doorstep.

Mildly connected tangent, but I'm considering moving this blog to a different hosting service. I've been sorta trying to wait for my website to get all established but that's taking a bit longer than expected and, in the meantime, it makes me so sad to think that no one can comment without their own Xanga subscription! It seems like a very cheap, very lame hook to get more traffic on their site and I hate supporting the corporate machine. (As mentioned earlier, I'd much rather they be supporting me.) Damn the man!

I'm starting to feel out potential blog hosts (wow, that sounds dirty) but before anything final happens I'd like to know something: how would you all feel about a move? Could you handle the stress?