oh the weather outside

I take the stairs down to leave my dorm. They come out in a little alley between this tower and the main dorm building.

Today, when I opened the door and stepped out, I got hit in the face with such a strong gust of wind that I flinched back, surprised -- and then stared, because it wasn't just wind on my face, it was snow.

Snow. Real, big flakes, not the half-assed twinkle in the air we had last week. Real snow, maybe even heavy enough to stick.

It's sticking someplace; down the street, I walked past a car with an inch-thick cap of snow on its roof and hood. It was totally incongruous, the only one on the street -- plus, it had California plates.

I was grinning like a loon all the way down Forbes and back.

It's snowing it's snowing it's snowing and it's something, finally, of home.

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Snoooow. *dances*

We finished Bamboozled, and, well -- the end affected me much the way That Scene in the SPN s3 pilot affected me. Nausea -- the kind of nausea Doc keeps saying is the best place to do work from, because you're mad.

In a more shallow vein: kinda want someone to app Manray. ¬_¬ Savion Glover is pretty.

And then the caffeine kicked in, and I ran a mile, and I'm still kinda twitchy.

So glad it's the weekend. Man. Even if the weekend is not going to be significantly less busy than the week. Four days 'til break!

ETA: OH.

I discovered a copy of House of Leaves downstairs on the communal bookshelves.

*cracks knuckles* As soon as I finish Name of the Rose. (Which apparently we'll be watching next semester in Foundations of Drama II! Good stuff. But -- Sean Connery as William? *doubtful look* Did they miss the bit where William looks exactly like Sherlock Holmes? 'Cause Connery, Lord love him, does not look like a Holmes to me.)