I hate snow.
No, let me rephrase that. I actually like snow when I'm planning to stay inside to look at it, or when I have my ski pants and boots ready to go outside in it for about fifteen minutes. Newsflash, folks: snow is COLD. When I get cold, my skin dries right up and turns purple like a raisin. It's not cool. (ha--I just made a joke--snow isn't cool, it's cold...)
Here's something else I'm not a fan of: a sick stomach. The worst was after the Harry Potter premier (see "Alone in a Bathroom"), but I was sick again last weekend and then this weekend it's been sporadic. My roommate thinks it's all in my head. I think that aliens abducted me an put some funky implants in me. Soon fireworks will start shooting out of my belly and I'll be a superhero.
However, the alien implants couldn't stop me from going to see Tangled last weekend. My thoughts? I'm obsessed. The sickness made me miss the best part of the climax, but that gives me an excuse to go back.
The other night I babysat until about 9:45, and when I returned everyone was gone. Well, I moped about in my loneliness until about midnight, but right as I was going to bed the door burst open. (oohh!!! Santa?!!?! ....NO. BETTER THAN SANTA.) My roommate came in and threw something at me. I looked down at my lap and what sight did I behold? A DISNEY PRINCESS BED TENT. MY ROOMMATE IS THE BEST SANTA EVER. EVER. EVER. EVER. We assembled the tent and were up til 2 making shadow puppets.
My journal that day said, "This is stupendous."
I think my bed tent may be my favorite thing in the whole world right now.
On Friday I had to do a sociology project. Oh, I know what you're thinking. Sociology projects are the pits. Well, my friend, THIS sociology project was the bee's knees. Poor Laura and her assignment partner had to go downtown and eat donuts. Not just any donuts, mind you. A chocolate peppermint bark donut from Krispy Kreme and a key lime donut from Julie Darlin' Donuts--- "Making Chattanooga a sweeter place to be." I don't mind doing some free advertisement for Julie Darlin'. That place was the cat's meow.
Yesterday was cleaning day, a day that sounds worse than snow (even snow!) but is actually one of my favorite days of the semester. Lisa and I got up, turned on some Christmas music, and went to work. To make things more intense, we spoke to one another in Russian accents and called each other Helga and Greta. We even did pull-ups underneath the clean beds for added intensity. And no need for mops! Helga and Greta use the power in their muscular feet to clean the floor with wet rags. My roommate made me laugh so hard I almost wanted to pee my pants--but didn't, because that would be counter-productive to cleaning day.
Christmas is a time for lovers to hold one another tightly and stay safe from the cold (and snow. stupid snow.)You know what that means? Tis' the season for my snuggie.
It's still snowing. I hate snow.
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