Snowstorm

It snowed again today; A LOT. It was the equivalent of having tons of good-quality powder dumped on the world 150 billion times. And yes, it was that bad.

I wouldn't mind if snow and all its wonderfulness dumped on a ski hill and on the wildlife...but not on the sidewalks. If I have to stomp through ONE MORE snowstorm I'm going to scream.

That said, England doesn't have snow at the moment and in fact, they have a magical thing called GREEN GRASS, at least according to the e-mail I received several days ago.

I will write less tonight because apparently my fingers, after a month-long dormancy, have decided that now's the perfect time to complain.

It's really my fault-I just told Mom on the phone that I was fine because Lonie was apparently worrying and thinking I was in pain down here, and not ten minutes later during dinner (right during the mashed potatoes and gravy, actually) the right one seized up and nearly made me drop the fork. It was followed two minutes later by the left one. It's a jealousy thing...

I guess Lonie has amazing predicting powers or I should learn to keep my mouth shut.

We have a presentation tonight; I'm not worried. The groups who have gone before have done terribly; we cannot do much worse. I can only hope pot, hippies, or communes do not come up during the debate. Or whiskey. Or communes where hippies run around and do rain dances and smoke pot.

Oh, and by the way, for all of my regular readers out there (all two of you) Mom loved the gloves and now we'll never get them off her hands. She also has my plane ticket and International Student Card. I got the Letter of Intent saying I wasn't going to do anything naughty in England while I'm there.

I started watching a Doctor Who spinoff called "Torchwood" today. Love it. They took a character that they introduced in the original series that everyone fell head over heels for (pansexual intergalactic playboy from the 51st century. And now he can't die, either, no matter what they do to him) and gave him his own little place to play. He's a bit darker than the old Captain Jack Harkness, but he's still got that damn smirk on his face like Tom Cruise.

I, of course, being the weak female who LIKES pansexual intergalactic 51st century playboys who can't die, fell flat on my face for him, despite the fact that the actor's gay. Who cares? I can still LOOK at him...

All I can say is, I like a man in a greatcoat (it makes him look tough)

Well, my hands are now screaming in protest so I think I'll stop here.

Cheers,
Bec