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.