Wheeee!

[mari4212]

So, what do dozens of college students do on the first day of finals when it starts snowing?

We run outside and have a big snowball fight, what else?

I ran around, threw snowballs, (without gloves on!) and laughed myself hoarse. Loads of fun.

And in a totally random, unrelated event, today I found out that I have lost weight. Or at least, inches. My skirt's waistline is about half an inch larger on me than it should be, maybe more so. Now that I think of it, my pants were a bit loose yesterday and the day before. Huh. I thought the time between Thanksgiving and Christmas was when people gained weight.

Meeting with my Physics professor is tomorrow.

Comments

[ljmckay.livejournal.com]

Oh, cool! I've never had a snowball fight and I've always wanted to. Sounds like soo much fun.

Now go inside and warm up your hands with hot mug of cocoa! :D

[mari4212.livejournal.com]

Warmed up now. It was fun, but very cold.

[hermionesviolin.livejournal.com]

The first and only real snowball fight I had was my senior year of college with some friends. Much fun.

[mari4212.livejournal.com]

College students really are insane in a way untouched by anyone else, aren't they?

[hermionesviolin.livejournal.com]

*shrugs* I mean, it's true, but I don't think snowball fights are any particular evidence thereof.

[mari4212.livejournal.com]

See, I was looking at it as a symptom of our generalized insanity, rather than major proof.

And I'm not a major fan of snow, so when I voluntarily go out to play in it, I consider it a temporary insanity.

[hermionesviolin.livejournal.com]

Ah, gotcha. I for one am a huge fan of snow, so I didn't see snowball fights as any particular insanity.

[heylittleriver.livejournal.com]

Eeeeeee, cool! That sounds so wonderful! *glee*

Good luck with the meeting! :)

[mari4212.livejournal.com]

Hee. It was lots of fun.

And thanks!

[(Anonymous)]

Good luck with your Physics professor baby girl. I love you. Blackie wants daddy to open the door into summer and is very put out that it isn't happening.

[mari4212.livejournal.com]

Poor Blackie. Tell him I'll be home soon.

I'm crossing my fingers about the meeting. Worst comes to worst, I'll start crying on him and he'll go along so that he doesn't have to deal with a crying girl.

I love you too, Mommy.