The Weekend Comes Early

For those of you who were not fortunate enough to partake in the local weather pattern's joyous side-effects, I will now recount the first 3 minutes of my conscious morning for the benefit of your envy.

At 7:01 I sit up in bed, having given in to the urgings of the music and odd ambient noises. I had lain there for a minute or so wondering what this irritating scraping noise was. It wasn't my computer, it wasn't my roommate, and it wasn't coming from another floor.
After jumping down from my top bunk and COMPLETELY ignoring the fact that the view outside my window showed a whitened parking lot, I checked my email. At this point in time, I still had no clue about what was going on. It wasn't until I had opened it and read it did it register in my head that weather and student fantasies had truimped over our professors' wills to brave the treacherous roads and instill knowledge in our heads.

So what did I decide to do then? Laundry.

Great start to a hopefully brilliant weekend.