Tuesday, December 4, 2007

Snowy Day

I'm a terrible judge, but we have what looks like almost a foot of snow. It's very pretty, though it means my jeans are always soaked to the knee, and because I don't have gloves here my knuckles turn blue when I go outside, making it look like I've been punching people. It actually feels a little fake, I don't feel like I've been here long enough for it to snow. I didn't have any class this morning, so I'm pretending it's a snow day until two when I have class. I'm going to devote my time to working on papers, but maybe the illusion of a holiday will make it go easier.
In other news, Friday is the boy's rugby team's date party. I heard about it from a rugby wife that is going, and it completely depressed me. The guys will flirt with me when I'm there, but they don't think about me afterwards at all. I don't even want to go, but the idea that none of the guys asked me was sort of sad. Then, this morning when I checked my facebook, I had a message from The Marine, asking me to the party. If watching "A Clockwork Orange" last night hadn't completely cheered me up, this would have. Now I can feel ok about not going because I was asked and declined. I love the way things work out.

6 comments:

lily said...

well.. not on fire... smouldering.

Caroline said...

what?

Bill said...

I sent you gloves. Nice Brooks gloves that are warm and won't make you look like Mickey Mouse.

Bill said...

Oh, and what's up with all the violent movies? Yikes.

lily said...

remember? the sisters are on fire? you're smouldering. ah, whatev. it's not as funny when you have to explain it.

Andrea said...

Stupid rugby boys. At least your Da is looking out for you.