|Wearing my big ol' coat. I'm gonna get a loooot of use outta that baby.|
So today I was on my way to my last class. This is Rexburg, people. There is snow and ice everywhere. Every winter that I have been here I have taken an embarrassing tumble on the ice, and today was the day I continued the tradition. I'm racing to class as quickly as I dare, knowing that danger is lurking, ready to strike an any opportune moment . . . and then it found it's moment. By the way, I was wearing tennis shoes cause I knew I should be sensible, so don't tell me I shouldn't have been so worried about looking good! I felt a little slip under my right foot. *GASP* No worries. Under control. But wait! As I breath a sigh of relief and chuckle to myself, Jack Frost (the jerk face of all jerk faces) grins widely and makes his move. BAM! I hit another bit of ice and went down. I fell hard on my butt and my bare hand went into a pile of snow -- a 2-in-1 strike for that *******. I can't say I wasn't humiliated. I was. However, I have gotten very good at laughing at myself, so my shame was only internal. The girl behind me made sure I was okay, so that was nice. Anyway, the really interesting thing to me is: A few years ago, the EXACT same thing happened to me, but while I was driving! So the car version.
We saw our new apartment today. Sweeeeet. No washer and dryer, no microwave, no internet, tiny closet . . . but still nice. I know I was super complaining right there, but I think I'll actually like living there. :) Livin' the college dream!
*I'd take more pictures, but I'm at the school right now (I'm just using campus for it's internet).