There is something magical about the first snow fall. Although, by the end of the day I'm pretty fed up with the ice, slush and muck. I find that I can only see the true beauty of snow when I am inside, perferably sitting beside the fire or in the arms of another person. Trying to navigate my way to class was a challenge today because the pathways were covered in snow. People were sliding all over the place and papers were flying everywhere. In retrospect, it was pretty hilarious to see the fashion conscious people falling on their ass because winter boots "just don't go with this outfit". Some people surprised me, I saw some girls outside with their jacked undone or just a zip-up sweater on. I felt like shaking them.

All this snow is making me day dream about getting back out on the slopes. Unfortunatly for me, my day dreams just happen to pop up when I'm in the middle of a lecture. Sorry Morgie!

I find myself sitting at my desk, staring out my huge window at the storm outside thinking about my childhood. When I was younger my brothers and I loved the snow. We were always outside bundled up making a fort out of snow, or building a snow man, making snow angels or just playing around. I remember this one Christmas there was a huge amount of packing snow and for some reason against our fence there was this huge pile. We carved out a hole in this massive pile and that was our fort. The best part about going out in the snow was the hot chocolate that was waiting for us inside.

Roomies be ready, because I get frisky in the snow. This winter will be fill of snowball fights, random snowmen popping up on our front lawn. And I'll try really hard to keep them PG.