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It Snowed! written @ 3:04 PM on December 05, 2002 It began snowing last night right before I went to my night class, and it did not quit until sometime this morning. I'd say we got a good seven inches. The boys from the dungeon (the floor below us) unveiled a sled and went outside. I would have liked to have watched them crash into the wall at the bottom of the hill but it was entirely too cold. I thought I would instead relish in the sounds of sirens from emergency vehicles. This morning I woke up to learn that there was a one hour delay, and Jonathan was off from school. I was like, "What the fuck-- Lakota never cancelled, and here they are, cancelling a couple of days into DECEMBER." But one hour, hey, that was fun for me. Hardly anyone showed up for any of my classes. Just outside the math building, there is a huge stretch of land that dips into Lake Inferior, as they call it here, and backs into the Fine Arts building. It was on this stretch of virgin snow that someone drew a huge penis that any airplane from X altitude could see. For as tasteless and shameful it made the fine arts building appear (hey, if you're going to draw a penis, at least let it look anatomically correct and artful), I had to admit I found it rather amusing. It was one of those instances where you had to sit back at your desk and do one of those "Ahhh, so this is college," sort of sighs. In other news for the day, I had to cancel my interview at Bali's Accents because my poor sweet Esmeralda is buried in the parking lot. Alas, I told my mom, I do not have a shovel. So she suggested using my dust pan and brush to dig my way out of there. That sounds good. I'll go out later tonight when I feel like walking out to that part of the parking lot known on my floor as Muthafuckin' Egypt. For now I'm just taking it easy before I begin another long night of futile battle with a long drawn-out art project for my 2-D design class. And then I may go sledriding with the guys. Carrie, who lives across the hall from me, suggested stealing a tray from the cafeteria for this purpose. Well, Brian is getting the lock changed on his door after yesterday's fiasco. That's $40 down the drain, he lamented. Poor guy. If I hadn't been Sam Reno, I would have given him a kiss on the cheek. *** Ooooh, a trance... My dearest companions, will you be requiring some of my services? I have the necessary candles and supplies... Some of the stuff I have won't help, but some of it could... Drop me a line!
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