Update from the Winter Wonderland

From the slowness of my internet, it's more difficult to be motivated to actually blog, so this one will have to suffice for the last week and a half. I would include pictures too, but what a hassel!

It all began with an ugly sweater party... I took a trip to the local DI in hopes to find something really unruly that would earn me ample attention, but alas I settled for an actual decent sweater that was not too ugly, but certainly itched. Being elected the first one to choose a white elephant gift, imagine my delight when I unwrapped my very own empty pack of gum and scratched ASL learners CD. Nobody stole my gift... As the party died out, I returned to my apartment to find my good roomy Austin on his way to Seven Peaks to ice skate. I took the opportunity to aquire a new skill, and failed miserably, though it was fun to fall once. Not bad for my first time on the ice. On the morrow we broke the fast with lasagna at one of my roommate's parent's house. It was so good I pondered a fourth helping... for DESSERT! I slept very well that night, having temporarily escaped the pains of perpetual hunger. The next week went by, homework and tests came and went in a blur, and the weekend rolled around... Party Time! Well, for most people. I spent Friday with Jake and Lindsey mainly, and that's a reward in itself. I get to witness firsthand the unnatural growth of Andrew Alfalfa-Grass Russell. Lately I am terribly funny to him, and nothing makes me happier in life! Not even Divine Comedy, which I enjoyed with a fun date. Is there an end to all the mormon cultural spoofs? Nope... and they still make me laugh. So as I wrote 'Z's in the snow, the mark of my alter-ego, and got pelted in the ears with snow balls, I realized how wonderful it all is. There's a magic in the air with all this snow business... perhaps it's related to Christmas? But I feel life frolicking and singing like a disoriented TMA major. College life is like a snow-board downhill for me. A lot of wrecks, but some smooth rides in between.
Here's to the wet pant legs and runny nose of December!