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it's supposed to snow again tonight. like three inches.
holy goodness we've gotten a lot of snow this year.
being from the south, you'd think i'd be livin' it up, and you'd be right.

but come on. enough's enough.

and frickin schitzo weather we've got here, it was 50 degrees two days ago. it was nice. brought out the rebellion in us... which you shast read about in the entries before and after this one.
but we've already gotten so many days off our spring break. figgers the year the break nazis (sometimes referred to as the board of ed) give us an actual *break*, as opposed to the usual five minutes, we get so much snow we have even less of a break than when we had the four days if one rounded up and included the weekend.

::crosses fingers, squeezes eyes shut and prays::

two-hour delay, two-hour delay, two-hour delay, two-hour delay....

two-hour delays are physical proof that there is a God. we get to sleep in, we're not bored all day because we're too wussy to go outside and play in the snow, and we don't have to make it up. ever.

ah, paradise.

::hopehopehope::


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FIN. 7:21 p.m., Thursday, Feb. 06, 2003

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