Once in a while I get a quiet night in when I don't have a mountain of tasks to defeat. Once in a while, I get a night like this.
We had our first snow yesterday. I was in class at 4pm, the sky was already the shade of almost-midnight/navy blue that I intend to get my next wool walker coat in. We could see delicate fluffy flakes float by the window. It was very magical walking to lab after the snow had begun to fall. I hummed Winter Wonderland while waiting for the bus.
Obviously the next morning all love for snow had melted with it and all that was left behind was pure fear and hatred for slippery sidewalks and the unforgiving cold. I wore leggings underneath my jeans. It begins. *sigh*
Usually I'd be really eager to hit the bars on a Friday night, but tonight I'm staying in and watching The Soup and random clips of SNL on Hulu. Why, you might ask, why would one pass up the chance to debauch?
1. It's fucking cold outside.
2. It's fucking icy and slippery outside.
3. I am going snowboarding tomorrow.
YES! SOME ACTIVITY RESEMBLING EXERCISE! I should probably dig around for my gloves etc now before tomorrow morning. We hit the road at 8.30am (omg) but only just for a few blocks to go to the Ski and Snowboard Resale and maybe unnecessarily purchase a snowboard. Or just pick up some cute boots/ mittens. The possibilities are endless!
Well that's all the update I have for now. Until next time!
