A list of Dirty Words and Phrases and the pet peeves that were visited upon me this week

Alright, so this is going to be a two part deal, since I was bombarded with annoying things in the past week and desire to share all of them, but do not desire to write multiple blogs....I have been tired/depressed for MANY days now and don't feel much like anything. You can bite me.

First I shall go over a list of 'dirty' words and phrases I have thought up.

These are not for the faint of heart.

THE DIRTIEST/MOST EVIL/NASTIEST THINGS A PERSON CAN UTTER IN THE PRESENCE OF ANOTHER HUMAN BEING

1.) Relationship--This word should breed a modicum of fear into even the stoutest of hearts. 'Relationship' is a nasty word involving the bondage of one person's heart and soul to another. It means they think they can OWN YOUR ASS and tell you their DEEPEST DARKEST SECRETS and call on you WHENEVER THEY DAMN WELL FEEL LIKE IT. When you enter into 'relationship' you are giving up all semblences of freedom you once enjoyed. There might benefits, but are they truly worth your freedom? Is having someone to cuddle with at movies ACTUALLY worth giving up your ability to do whatever you want when you want, without the chains of "well, I've got to go to [insert relationship nazi's name here]'s place for the weekend.....I already promised him/her." Synonyms for 'Relationship' are "The Ninth Circle of Hell", "Jail", and "Deathtrap."

2.) "I have feelings for you"/just the word 'feelings'-- The word 'feelings' makes my skin crawl. The very thought of the word is creepy. I mean, come on--what kind of feelings are you having for me? Warm tingly ones? You can get a pill or a cream for that at Planned Parenthood. Cold clammy ones? You might want to check into an ER to see if you're still maintaining a heartbeat. Hot watery/melty ones? You might have to go change your pants and go see a doctor....

3.) "I like you, but I don't want to be with you." Burn baby burn. You are so HOSED if either gender says this to you. I'll admit, it's usually the female race that uses this one, but men have been known to turn it on us. "I like you" basically translates into "I thought you were hot. You have a pretty face and actually had a light on upstairs. You were fun to talk to." However, it's the last part that is the issue. "I don't want to be with you." Ouch. Don't you hate 'buts'? Oh, right...back on track! "I don't want to be with you" is the 'gentile' or 'chicken shit' way of saying "But last night when we fucked each other, you sucked....you were so inadequate, it was like fucking another woman." or, if it's coming from a 'gent' (using that term lightly as there are few of that breed left in the world) "You were so loose it was like banging a howitzer." The unfortunate thing is that the two of you have already fucked each other and there is no going back....you can never return to 'just friends' which brings us to another one of our phrases.

4.) "Let's just be friends"-- Can we irradicate this sentence from the English language, please? The very words 'just be friends' is an arrow into someone's heart; kryptonite to superman; a silver bullet sending an individuals very inner being to mush the vague consistency of grits. "Let's just be friends" it's like uttering the foul unmentionable words 'but fairies don't exist' (gah! I do believe in fairies, I do! I do!) Damn your eyes---- the words "Let's just be friends" have been the catalysts for homicidal maniacs and icky suicides for thousands of generations---however, if that be the case, it gave us some wonderful images to occupy our time while perusing the selection of gratuitous images on rotten.com

5.) Love-- It's such an over used word these days "I love that purse...where did you get it.", "I loved that movie...wasn't it just prcious?" or my favorite, "I LOVE singing dancing hamster rats!" But seriously love is an overused word. I believe society has realized this and has insisted on substituting the word love with the 'word' heart. So that now the trhee words most children dream of having uttered to them by their true love fair or prince charming are absolutely inane in the form of "I heart you." WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT!? "I heart you?" The heart is a peice of anatomy you hapless dimwit! You cannot 'leg' someone or 'liver' them. SO how can you POSSIBLY heart a persont? THat's the most insipid comment I've ever heard and I hope that that too goes out the door with 'let's just be friends'

6.) I have a question for you-- Then ASK IT. Don't leave me hanging....don't let me sit here and ponder all the many questions you could be asking me. For those of us who are single, hearing those words come out of a member of the opposite sex's mouth inspire us "Hey, maybe we're finally going to get asked out." it is a crushing blow to find out you merely want to borrow a Q-tip. If you're in the Ninth Circle of Hell and a person asks you that question it makes women dream of weddings and start them to picking dates and men start trying to figure out who blabbed that they might have been screwing someone on the side OR on the very RARE possibility that they've got a wild one on the line 'Who can I bring in for a threesome?'

7.) Virginity--- I completly understand that some people take extreme pride in maintaining their virginity. However the history books have some rather disturbing stories to tell that would inspire ANYONE even the MOST PIOUS of individuals to give it up. Have you NEVER heard of VIRGIN SACRIFICES? I mean...no one ever had 'Ho Bag' Sacrifices. No one ever performed the sacred ritual of the "Had sex once or twice with my somewhat steady boy friend after we were necking in the car by the lake" sacrifices. IT'S ALWAYS THE CHICK THAT'S NEVER HAD SEX! I mean, come on---really....what the HELL was inspiring these chicks to stay virginal when they were gonna get SACRIFICED for some unknown reason. It's really VASTLY over rated...I mean, just because you've got a hymen doesn't mean you're a virgin...and just because you don't have one doesn't mean you AREN'T one. Think on that one.

8.) When you're ready--- This is one of those translation things. "When You're ready" is ultimately man speak for "I wanted to fuck you last night while you were passed out....but my conscious got the better of me and I opted to be human for the span of twenty minutes" or "I want to sleep with you, but you're putting up such a fight that it really isn't worth my time and is a total turn off." On the other hand it COULD mean "I want you, I need you, but I'm betting ten bucks that if I play this 'gentleman' card, you'll jump into bed first and be TOTALLY hot for me." When you're ready is such a bribe statement....it's a set up, a con, a ruse. "WHen you're ready to start a relationship" "We'll sleep together when you're ready." "We'll move in together when you're ready." It's a pressure statement.....it's putting everything on you so that in ten years when someone says "Whatever happened to that hot chick you were dating" the guy can say "She never moved in with me so I took that as a hint that it was time to move on....she just wasn't ready."

9.) Desire--We have no idea where this word is derived from....but it's long since become archaic. People DESIRE inanimate objects and they DESIRE power wealth and love....but you know what? We hardly ever get what our 'heart's desire' so I don't know why we even keep trying.


OK, so there's my list of 'dirty words' of which several can be strung together into sentences that Satan loves to create....

"I love you sweetheart....no I love you more...mmmm {slimy kiss}. You know...I have such great 'feelings' for you...I mean....when you're ready we'll start our relationship...I don't want to rush you into anything....I mean, I just have a question for you...."

or

"I mean, I like you, but I just want to be friends...I mean....I just don't have those kinds of feelings for you.....I mean, I understand that you're a virgin and all and that's cool, but I need something more...."



Alright, I'm going to go elsewhere with this and get off the dirty words and phrases and move onto a couple of my pet peeves which were enacted this week.

----Two people were standing outside the dorm at 8:30 in the morning and whispering terms of endearment to each other. Now granted, most people are not functional at 8:30, but GO SOMEWHERE ELSE not the public walk way.

----I went into the Public Student Union at about 9 or so to get some paperwork done for rugby and saw two people apparently 'sleeping' on the same couch one on top of hte other. THEY WERE PRACTICALLY FUCKING in the student union! It was discusting!

----People calling me drunk has been getting on my nerves lately. GREAT! You're getting drunk...what am I doing? Sitting in my dorm room reading crappy novels and watching boring TV. Where do I want to be? Anywhere but this 10x19 cell....I'd like to have a beer....but I can't so QUIT CALLING ME AND BRAGGING ABOUT IT!

---- People who don't know bathroom etiquette.....there is a line of stalls......you have your choice of any of these but you go in the one DIRECTLY NEXT TO ANOTHER INDIVIDUAL. Have you EVER heard of shy kidneys? Get some fucking manners and move down the line....

-----Waking up at 5:30 in the morning....that's really getting on my nerves....

-----ADPi's writing on Rugby Players' windows. Bitches, I don't want greek letters...I would have rushed if I did...I would have come to your ditzy assed meetings and dyed my hair blonde and had a complete frontal labotomy and joined your robo ranks. Since I didn't keep your fucking paws off my car and go fuck a frat boy.....

-----Rugby Sluts.....ok...yeah, I suppose the 'rugby guys' are something of a legend on this campus (Can't imagine why...i've seen a lot of what they've got to offer, and it's not much) but do you have to FUCK ALL OF THEM? If your friend has fucked one of the rugby guys, he should automatically be off limits...if you sleep with one.....you should probably consider the rest of them off limits. You should NEVER sleep with more than one of htem....that's just wrong...besides, do you know they talk about you after? Some of these guys have girls...some of them can not help themselves but to sleep with you when you throw yourself at them. THis is their problem for not having any self restraint (you know who you are) but you still should not fuck them when you find out that they've got a woman. Have some STANDARDS and get LIVES!!!!

I think I'm done now.....I've been up since 5:30 again and I'll probably be up again.....Transforming the world is a difficult thing you know.

Steamboat Springs

Steamboat Springs Colorado.....Beautiful Steamboat Springs.....how I wish I could stay there all of my days.....

I have wanted nothing more than to go to Steamboat since I was like 14 years old and old enough to know what good skiing was. Steamboat is in all the big magazines and TV shows and everything. It's right up there with Jackson Hole, Lake Tahoe, Park City and Mammoth.

Steamboat kicks ass.

So I finally got my wish to go to Steamboat. We loaded up the car a few days after Christmas and made the four and a half hour drive to Steamboat.

After getting settled in to the hotel room, we hopped a bus to head to downtown Steamboat...which is like, Rich Bastardville, or Peta's nightmare. Woman stroll the streets in full length fur coats, every store has something leather, sheepskin or fur. It's incredible. Downtown hasn't really changed much in the past hundred and fifty years. Everything is still the old storefronts and pubs. Down town is pretty nifty. Settled just behind downtown is Howelston HIll. Howelston will be featured later.

So our first night is ended early because we have to get up early the next morning to eat and be on the bus to the mountain.

My brother is possibly the slowest person ever. I was ready LONG before everyone else however because I was jonesin to get on the mountain.

We get our tickets and go up the gondola at the base of the hill. Now, it's WINDY so they warn us that the gondola ride time may be a little bit longer than usual. We climb aboard a gondola with two other people and prepare to go up when a dude in street shoes climbs on. He's wearing a cream colored ski suit with blue knee-pads....USA above the olympic rings on his shoulders. In his lap is a backpack and bright orange Technica boots. I owned a pair of technica's once....the most expensive boots I ever owned.....but his were solid, custom molded.....He looks familiar to me, but I'm not going to say anything because I'm the biggest fucking chickenshit in the world. That and the dude looked like he was trying to mentally prep himself for something.

So we get off the lift and head up to the backside of the mountain. Which as my father put it "No matter where you were, what side of the mountain you were skiing down, or even when you were riding up the lift, the wind was in your face."

Well, he wasn't entirely lying....it was windy...and SNOWING! Let me tell you that there is nothign else better in the world than skiing on freshly falling snow. We are one or two runs into the day and I am shutting my family down. My brother is a cautious skiier, my mother is OVERLY cautious and my father...well, my father isn't as young as he used to be.

I break away at one point to go ski some more while everyone else takes a break and I end up getting hopelessly lost...that's how big the mountain is. Of course it doesn't exactly help that I got stuck on the backside of the mountain with three feet of visibility. I"m not kidding you. Going down the mountain was slow and painful because I was afraid of what I would see pop up infront of me.

So I finally rejoin Matt and Dad and we head down to the bottom to meet mom 'for lunch'.

I am skiing....I am not hungry...at least not yet. So dad agrees to go back up with me because he too is not tired or hungry. We go to the top and wait around for ten minutes or so to ski with Billy Kidd. SOme of you are probably going "Yeah, so? Who's Billy Kidd?" WEll, he's the first American male to win a medal at teh olympics for skiing. Mr. Kidd puts on a ski clinic everyday at One for people to come and learn to be better skiers. He says hi to everyone on the mountain that he knows, introduces himself and asks the names of everyone in the clinic. It's really cool.
Billy is big enough at Steamboat that he's got a statue at the bottom of the mountain...and yes, he skis in the cowboy hat.

So then dad and I go out after this thirty minute long run with Billy and play on the front side of the mountain where it is less windy.

By the end of the day, dad is begging me to take it easy....he wants to find blues and greens to go down but I somehow manage to go down a blue black that ends on a black and he's got to go down it. I had no issue with it, I was still not tired (and my mom says I'm out of shape. Ha!)

So we finally get to the bottom where we meet up with mom and Matt who are sipping on Hot Chocolate and Hot cider which the ski ambassadors (read that staff) give out. I've been to a lot of resorts and Steamboat is the only one I've seen that gives out free hot chocolate and cider at the end of the day PLUS has free water in the lodges.....most places make you pay seven bucks for a bottle of Dasani.

We go back to the hotel, shower, change and prepare for another night downtown. I'm cranky because I'm STARVING because, as usual, it took Matt forever to get ready.

We wander the shops for a while and then go back to the hotel to prep for day two of skiing which is going to be the best.

Now when we wake up the next morning and go to get our continental breakfast from t he lobby we notice teh STeamboat newspaper on the table. On the front of the paper is a picture of Travis Mayer, who has been a world cup freestyle champion before and is currently in the running for it behind Jeremy Bloom. Travis was inverted, skis crossed, making a practice jump the day before. He's wearing a cream colored ski suit with blue knee pads....and bright orange single piece custom molded Technica boots.

I RODE KNEE TO FUCKING KNEE WITH TRAVIS MAYER!

How wicked awesome is that?

I'm excited. Today is the day of the US Freestyle competition.

So mom gives me permission to break off and ski by myself today. I go ski a black or two first thing in the morning before I get tired....but the view was spectacular.

So after a few runs I head over to where the competition is. THe winner of this competition gets an automatic spot on the olympic team.

Fist the women go, then the men, which is the real reason I'm there.

It loses something in hte picture, but trust me when I say freestyle is the coolest thing EVER!

However, it is not everyday that people get to see olympic athletes in action so everybody and their inexperienced cousins are on this mountain. It's insanity. THere are ski schools full of kids up on this very narrow section of hill. It's a BLACK DIAMOND hill! If you do not know how to ski a black diamond on a normal day then you should not do it when the hill is half closed and crowded. People were falling and tumbling, guys on snowboards that didn't have a clue as to what they were doing were coming down, falling and losing their boards....one snow board nearly killed three people before a Ski patroler dove on the speeding piece of fiberglass and stopped it. I"m not kidding you...this thing was FLYING!

I leave after the qualifying run to do a few more runs. THen I return in time for the finals.

Again, it loses a little something in the pictures, but it's still AWESOMENESS!

So I was there when Jeremy Bloom laid down a FREAKIN' AWESOME final run and made an insane score and then saw 'cousin Travis' lay one down that rocked everyone's world, but lost to Jeremy by only a few tenths of a second. IT was spectacular. And then I hear it....the announcement that will make my day.

"Jeremy Bloom will be signing autographs at the bottom of the hill after the medals ceremony"

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!

I'm so THERE!

So I head down to the bottom of the hill where they have a couple tents set up and freebies at different places. ONe is Jeremy Bloom's sponsor RIp-It, which is an energy drink. NOw I don't usually like energy drinks, but this one was actually pretty tasty. And it was free, so I'm not going to bitch.

I wait around with a couple other girls who are big fans of Jeremy's. Come on, how can you not be? He's gorgeous, and he had just finished laying down a completely awesome run.

They tell us it will be twenty minutes....an hour later he is still not there...and I'm getting pissed cuz I want to be skiing. Anyway, they realize we are not happy and they call my good buddy Billy Kidd down to sign autographs until Jeremy is done. Apparently he had to go do his drug test because that's the way the Olympic people are.

So Billy talks to everyone in line and just as he's getting ready to sign some autographs, out comes Jeremy....

Beautiful Jeremy.....

So Jeremy takes a seat and begins signing things for people in line.

Yes, I'm shamelessly posting pictures of him....kiss my ass.

So the girls in front of me ask it they can take a picture of him. We understand...he has cameras thrust in his face all the time and a couple of chicks wanting a picture with him might be completely out of the question. We've only been basking in his presence for five minutes....we don't know if he's going to be an ass or not. You know, some of these guys have every possibility of being total dick heads because fame has gotten to them.

Jeremy says "Oh, yeah...sure...no problem...you can come on back behind the table and everything." Collectively our jaws hit the concrete and our heads begin spinning....he's being absolutely fantastic about it. Well, they were going to do the whole, hold the camera at arms length and hope to god that they're in the shot when I, being the incredible photographer that I am offer to take it for them. Jeremy signed some posters for them and also the one girls brothers ski helmet (munchkin was only like six years old and was heading back for a nap or something....) and also the girls ski which was surprising to all of us because it was a K2 and Jeremy is like, way sponsored by Volkl. so we didn't even think he'd touch the K2 much less sign it.

SO then I get up and pretty much just ask him to sign a poster and for a picture.

Conversation time...

Jeremy: Do you need someone to take it for you or...?

Me: Oh, no, you see, the lense just flips around and then I can do it myself.

Him: That's gotta be like, the coolest camera I've ever seen! That's awesome!

Me: (menatlly: He said I have a cool camera...hehehe) Yeah it is, just smile and on the count of three it will go, k? (oh god, he's touching me...he's touching me! I can't believe it....pay attention to the picture....there you go retard.)

HAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!! I got my picture taken with Jeremy Bloom! (Does the Happy Dance!)

The only unfortunate thing about this was that I wasted two hours of skiing time AND missed the bus back to my hotel so I had to run through the base village IN SKI BOOTS (try THAT for a work out) to the OTHER bus to get back to my hotel.

I was on cloud nine....I yammered like an idiot to the general audience of the bus.

I didn't care (still don't) I had just met Jeremy Bloom....Jeremy Bloom had just touched me. Who am I kidding...I'm still giddy.

SO I go rushing back into the hotel room, poster and other free crap in hand and rush into the room where I am still giddy and relate the whole thing again to my parents. My feet and legs hurt after spending all day in ski boots and the better part of an hour standing in them, plus the time it took me to run through base village. I am now tired although not completely opposed to more skiing though I know it's impossible.

Tonight is the Aerial competition.

So we head downtown along with a couple thousand other idiots to Howelston Hill. NOw Aerials are the ones where the guys do INSANE acrobatics about a hundred to two hundred feet off the ground. It's incredible.

Photographs do not even come close to doing these things justice because well...it was night...they were moving quickly....but I did shoot video.

I also shot some video of one of the women pretty much landing on the back of her head and sliding down the hill. It was a spectacularly graceless and completely horrifying fall.....but she's OK and she's still competing for a spot on the Olympic team.

Anyway, post competition (in which Ryan St. Onge and Emily Cross won spots on the Olympic Team) was the Olympic send off party. They have video of all the Olympic athletes steamboat has ever produced, lit the 'community cauldron' which 'cousin Travis' failed MISERABLY at doing (someone forgot to turn the gas on). And then, finally, was the Hootie and the Blowfish Concert.

It was a fun night.

THen it was on to the bus back to the hotel with the entire (and I do mean ENTIRE) Smith Family---All 40 of them. Plus the 27 people already on the bus.

We go to the next stop.....with all 40 Smiths and all the various other families....and the bus driver tells us to move on back so we can add a couple more people. I can not see them, as I am sitting down behind the screen of Smiths, but I can hear a very loud, very drunk group of twenty somethings get on the bus. These are my people.

On seeing that the bus is overly crowded, they and the rest of their compatriots get on the bus and soon decide to sing a very drunken variation of 'the wheels on the bus' in which the wipers go open and shut AND up and down, the wheels go round and round, the windows go open and shut as do the doors. There were more verses but the main gist was "we are drunk and singing and how many of you can we annoy." I was singing along of course---I thought they were funny. By the looks on many of the 50 and 60 year olds faces, and the faces of three quarters of the Clan of Smith, they were not amused.

We then break into a stirring rendition of the theme song to "the fresh prince of bel aire" Again, I sing along, my mother stares at me oddly and I inform her that not only are these my people, but that she has a four year old asleep on her knee. THe poor kid was exhausted, forced to stand becuase of the amount of people and had pretty much just leaned forward and decided that my mothers knee was comfy. HIs mother appologized, but it was too cute and mom was enjoying the little kid (she wants grand babies and isnt' going to get them from me any time soon I can assure you.)

So my drunk buddies get off to continue their bar cruising and drunken fun and take with them the entire Smith Family because they were going to a restaraunt somewhere near the bars. We also meet up wit the dumbest people in the world who were just riding the bus around and around because they coudn't figure out 1.) which bus they were supposed to be on and 2.) were too stupid to get off and change at teh bus terminal center and 3.) were just plain idiots.

So we return to the hotel and fall into bed so that we may drive home the next morning.

Unfortunately for me it's SNOWING the day we leave...the day they have fresh powder on the mountain I have to leave. God Hates me.

Well, obviously not that much.....I DID have my picture taken with Jeremy Bloom.

Well, that was my trip to Steamboat. Have fun everybody...good luck with classes, school, work and life in general!

How I spent my Christmas Vacation.....

My Christmas Break can be summed up by three words.....


ALWAYS USE PROTECTION

Well, perhaps my summation needs a little explanation....but anyone who knows the shit head in the picture would understand.

OK, so my brother IM'd me one day before Christmas and said he wanted this shirt. It said 'Sex with a Miner' on it and is somewhat appropriate considering the fact that he goes to the Colorado School of Mines and is going to be a petroleum dork. I thought the shirt was somewhat funny and vulgar enough to make my mother roll her eyes so I got it for him.

Now the night I got home, we're all sitting around the dinner table and my brother, as usual, does something inherently stupid. At which point I look over to my father and say, 'well, those are your genes in action.' My father responds with 'No it isn't....we FOUND him.' Needless to say, I have ammo for life.

Christmas morning (post battle royale of previous post) Matt opens his 'Sex with a Miner' shirt and begins to get weird and giggly. WEll, maybe not 'begins' to get weird, he's always weird, but I'm getting off the subject....

Anyway, someone else is opening a present and Matt decides to put on his official, King of the Dorks hat....his CSM Hard Hat, along with his 'sex' shirt. He then stands up and proclaims "Always use Protection" while pointing at his chest and his hard hat. THe whole time I'm thinking "Yeah, in more ways than one."

My parents just HAD to have that second kid, didn't they.....

So the whole break I was prompted to comment on this and point out all of his stupid moments and comment loudly (and often in public) that we should 'always use protection' and how we found him, and how I did not know who the strange kid in the sport coat was...which goes to issue number two of fashion miscue that my brother is prone to....

Everyone knows the Miami vice look. White sport coat, t-shirt underneath it...deck shoes.

WEll, Deck shoes don't exactly work in Colorado.....but my brother is pretty much sporting the Miami Vice look.

He wears SPORT COATS! Like, all the time. He goes to Goodwill and buys out the whole damn store. He's got like, six nasty tweed jackets and then gets mad when people compare his coats to the upholstery on the chairs in the dorm (he's got one that obviously missed the call back because it's brothers were made into CSM desk chairs).

Oh, and you know the 'Miami vice' coat? Yeah, my brother owns the whole damn suit. Skinny assed white boy owns a full up white suit. All he's missing is the coral and turquiose shirts to wear under it....and a pair of deck shoes.

But see, it could only get worse.....you see, while in Steamboat Colorado (which will have to be a COMPLETELY different post, I don't feel like being giggly this early) my mom bought my brother a stetson. Now this is the same kid who runs around in the Jewish bookie hats all the time and has done so for at least the past five years. We NAME the hats it's gotten so bad.

Anyway, with the promise that 'morty' would get the boot and never be worn in my mother's presence again, my brother purchased a rather nice looking, tan stetson.

Coupled with the sport coat and straight legged jeans, he now looks like a Texas Oil Baron. He seriously walks around like he's waiting for his big white limo with the cattle horns on the grill to take him out to inspect the rigs....it's incredibly disturbing.

Well, since steamboat is going to be a completely separate post, the last weekend of my break, I went skiing/camping with Troop 99. We sleep in tents, in the snow, lift side, which if you've ever been skiing with any frequency, you understand what a wonderful thing 'liftside' is.

Sleeping in the snow the first night wasn't so bad....wasn't really windy or anything...however, my father did neglect to ensure that his tent had a weather fly....I was not amused with the ghetto rigged tarp.

So after a full day of skiing, in which I 'hurt' Shawn Moore, (poor baby tried to keep up with me and just couldn't hack it.) I am ready to just go to sleep. It is windy tonight, but I am assured by my father that despite the cold and wind, it will eventually stop. Inside THREE sleeping bags (yes, I was in THREE sleeping bags, fleece liner, down mummy bag, rectangular summer weight slumber bag) I believe him. However, it is at 3AM when my father loses all credit to his name and I wake up to realize "It's fucking cold". Not inside my three sleeping bags, but outside...where I'm thinking of venturing because I have some girly business I should take care of. I poke my head out of my sleeping bag (somewhat like Phil the Groundhog) and realize that it's cold and snowy. COLD AND SNOWY INSIDE THE TENT!!! My father's complete lack of a weather fly on the tent has caused it the snow that has fallen in the night to accumulate inside the tent. I am not amused and make it known to him once he wakes up about an hour later.

So basically what I guess I'm saying is that my entire month off from school was spent in a comedy of errors. Oh well, I'm happily entrenched back in room 912 at EKU and loving every moment of it....even if I was in bed before ten thirty last night..... :-D