I hate winter

It's freezing outside. Arctic freezing. My hands turned black walking to class the other day because I forgot my mittens. It was scary. A good reason to hate winter. Another good reason to hate winter is that everything is slippery. I was running into the drama building and yelling about how I had to pee and fell flat on my face in front of my improv class. Which didn't embarrass me at all, I had a good long laugh, but damn my knees hurt after. My boots are slippery but it's better than getting wet feet in sneakers. I refuse to wear heavy boots. Too uncomfortable and hot.
School can only be described as fine this semester. Improv, history of the English language, theatre for young audiences, theatre history and directed studies in dred. I'm actually really lucky. I have genuine interest in each class. But the work, the work she kills. I cut back on working for money hardcore, signed up for more classes instead, but I'm only on campus 3 days a week. The rest of the time I do homework. But, I've also started painting. I have less money but slightly more insanity. That was supposed to say sanity. Freudian slip I guess. That's so bizarre. I need to think about what that means. Anyways, it looks like the majority of assignments will be done with in the next month.
I need to book another concert soon. There are 2 I'm considering. Great Big Sea and Matt and Kim. Both are in the same week. That would be so awesome. But it's also the same week as March break day camp. I've pulled off some pretty crazy and desperate trips for the sake of music before so it's not a huge deal. The sake of music is also the sake of sanity so the insanity is completely necessary.
Let's see, what else is new, I got a haircut today, one of my best friends is home from Australia after a year and I can't wait to see her, I have a skating competition this weekend, and I got drunk the other night doing homework. I found out the devil is alive and well embodied in Ann Coulter, there is a national day for velocaraptors and I picked a wedding song should I ever decide to. It's called Fairytale of New York. if I ever were to get married I think I'd hire a celtic band instead of a dj. That would be the greatest wedding ever. I miss Patrick O'Ryans. There, I think I'm caught up with randomness.