Haha so I woke up this morning to a campus covered in snow. "Well fuck," say I, "it's only a couple inches, they're not going to close the school, and now I have to put on my boots and trek out to my fucking Latin exam in this shit." So I force myself to get up. Get ready in a hurry, pull on my boots, make it downstairs in the last five minutes of breakfast.
They closed the school! Apparently it was deeper than it looked at first glance. And it's still snowing.
So yay, three-day weekend. Which functionally does not mean a free day, it means another day to do my fuckton of homework, but it's still a three-day weekend.
Oh yes, and drag ball kind of sucked. They were playing bad music really loudly and it was too dark to see anyone's costumes, and when they finally got to the drag acts you couldn't hear anything because nobody stopped talking. Dressing up was more fun than drag ball itself--I had the most fucking amazing sideburns and five o'clock shadow. So we had an unofficial midnight drag party in the house living room that was much better than the real event.
They closed the school! Apparently it was deeper than it looked at first glance. And it's still snowing.
So yay, three-day weekend. Which functionally does not mean a free day, it means another day to do my fuckton of homework, but it's still a three-day weekend.
Oh yes, and drag ball kind of sucked. They were playing bad music really loudly and it was too dark to see anyone's costumes, and when they finally got to the drag acts you couldn't hear anything because nobody stopped talking. Dressing up was more fun than drag ball itself--I had the most fucking amazing sideburns and five o'clock shadow. So we had an unofficial midnight drag party in the house living room that was much better than the real event.
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