This past weekend I went on a camping and canoeing trip. It was a lot of fun, but would have been even more enjoyable had the temperature not been approximately that of liquid nitrogen. At one point, a bunch of us were laying on a sandbar in the sun. I said it was like being in the Bahamas, except that instead of bikinis we were wearing fourteen layers of clothes (I'm not kidding). On the plus side, I have discovered the wonder that is long underwear. Is it comfortable? Sort of. Is it attractive? Oh hell no. But boy does it keep you warm!

So it's been getting colder and rainier here (no snow since the scare last week), which I guess is good because midterms have kept me busy. (As an aside, I got a B on my stats test. That's right, A B! IN YOUR FACE, STATISTICS!!) I was, however, walking to class the other day and thought, "Man, I can't wait till it gets warm again." And then I remembered that that won't happen for many, many, many months. And lo, I was sore afraid.

Right now we are at level blue-green (or teal) on the Winter Weather Terror Alert Chart.

Red: Hell has frozen over; Satan stalks the streets and demons eat our souls.
Orange: All hope has been abandoned; death is preferable.
Yellow: Frigid wind is relentless and cuts to the bone; death might be preferable.
Blue: Temperatures fall; hat and gloves are a necessity.
Green: Balmy!