I was so fucking excited that I finally had a snow day again that I commemorated the occasion by watching a lot of TV and taking a lengthy nap. Being in college allows me to invent new ways to waste my life each and every day of my hapless existence.
My sister wrote a 9-page short story. I ate some chicken and curly fries that I found in my room.
My dad enjoyed his snow day in beautiful, scenic New Hamphire. I literally watched the Charles River thaw.
Kids in the area had snowball fights and built igloos. I decided against taking a shower.
I watched the second season of Seinfeld. It was the highlight of an entirely blissful period of time in which I would normally listen to other people tell me how to live my life and why the way I am currently doing it is wrong.
I managed to summon the energy to walk down the hall of my dorm only to watch Jon and Kate Plus 8 and Sex and the City with Andrea. I think I'm a Miranda.
Andrea studied for her Italian midterm tomorrow. I made inane comments and philosophized about the mental well being of poor Jon (he hates himself).
Snow days are fucking awesome. Not because they allow you to finally accomplish all of those things you've been too busy to do but because they allow you to procrastinate those activities without guilt or shame.
I raise my glass to everyone else who enjoyed this snow day American-style (fat, lazy, and in front of the television).
'Til next time,
~The one and only
P.S. 35 days until Jesus comes back. I hope he brings food. Yeahhh!!!