I sprung out of bed this morning. Really I did. My alarm wasn't set to go off for another hour, but I knew something exciting was happening. After a confused once around, I spotted the fluffy snow coming down outside. Instant happiness. I spent the majority of the morning sitting around in my fluffy boots, drinking coffee and reading the great Matthew Arnold poetry to my empty house, all of course while glancing every few minutes to the Christmas lights. I did drive to class (and discover that I need new tires), and although that's sort of cheating the snowy day, I thank.god.I.did.

Note the excitement in the photo above. Now picture soggy fur boots. Feel the puddle of trapped melted snow soaking through your sock. Now add hours of sitting both through class and a hair appointment (I couldn't even enjoy the hair shampoo) of distracted misery.
Luckily my friend agreed to bring me different shoes (through the temptation of a bought dinner). Him, being a guy, of course took this opportunity to make a little joke. He brought me rubber boots (with horses on them). They are my roommates, and although I love the idea of them, they do not belong on my feet. They saved my life, but I only survived walking around the campus library full of staring goons because I am so unbelievably self confident. That yellow coat and pink rubber boots is the end result of the first snow day. When walking back to my car, I made sure to wade through the biggest puddles.