Never cry outside in sub-zero temperatures. A random girl in her pajamas standing knee-deep in new snow weeping heartily is not a pretty sight. The moral of the story is: don't go frisbee golfing in the snow with your coat pockets unzipped.
The snow was pretty cool at first. But after 6 straight days of snow showers, most of them blinding and blowing, and with at least 4 more forecasted, I'm tired of it. Playing in it helped, until I lost my ID and there was no hope of finding it in the 12 inches already present and the 2 more falling as I dug through countless piles of snow. Plus a lost frisbee, a nearly-broken window, a lost wrestling match, and lots of snow down the back of my pants, I just wanted out of this stupid state.
I'm definitely at that angry-at-everything, caring-about-nothing, need-to-get-out point. Dang that was fast, I've only been at school for 6 days since my last road trip. Why must I be so nomadic? Darn it all....
Goals for this week: don't be sick any more, pass anatomy practical exam, don't dance myself to death, make it to the weekend and my boy.