we didn't start the fire! it's been burning....

Well, that was an eventful morning.
Remember how annoyed I got at stupid college people who throw microwaves out windows and so forth? Well, college stupidity has struck again.
The 6th floor got woken rudely by a fire alarm, at just before seven this morning (incidentally, I hate the woman's voice, "may I have your attention please...may I have your attention please...there is a fire in the building..." she sounds like a flight attendant, only worse). Being half-dead with sleep, I naturally forgot to put shoes on (shut up, I know), and to grab sweatpants, so I nearly froze to death in my shorts and no shoes outside. Brrr. It wasn't until I got outside that I learned it was an actual fire--somebody lit the bulletin board between the elevators on fire, and burned the wall and the carpet, and made the whole floor smell like...well, burnt carpet.
I mean, come on. Who does that? Get a grip on yourself, people.

So we sat in the lobby--once we were let into the building again--for over two hours. I hung with some 6th floor girls. We made bad jokes--"this is what we do, with post traumatic stress disorder! We joke about our trauma!"--because we were all in that pissed-off-but-to-tired-to-do-anything state, all giddy and laughing too hard at nothing. We made a list for a compliation cd of Fire Songs, to commemorate the event. Finally we got to go back up. The floor smells horrible, although I am getting used to it. And good lord, a shower can make one feel so much better.
Danica missed all the excitement, poor thing. Heh.

What a way to start the day. At least I'm back in time for class. Wheee!

SNOW!

But everything is all okay now, because it's snowing! And has been for the past three hours at least!
Now this is the way to welcome in December. Sure it ain't sticking, but it's still gorgeous and swirling and white.

Also our last history class was awesome, even though the exam questions make me nervous already. And it's my second to last day of work at the Writing Center for the quarter, too. Hurrah!

ka-ching.

It's the best feeling in the world--when I'm writing a paper and am faced with a quote and a paragraph to write, and utterly nothing to say...I know it's important, it has to be, it's part of the sequence, but I just can't figure out how--and then suddenly I know, like lightning in my head, a perfect connection. And I type it: there you are, one fabulous made-to-order paragraph that sounds oh so literary and smart. I love that feeling. Hot damn, I feel good.

(Also, I LOVE SNOW.)