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Saturday, What A Day

Going to the Union Gospel Mission was a good thing. For once I had the chance to volunteer without counting it for hours for any clubs or organization. I never really feel like it is volunteering if I am doing it to fulfill hours. We helped pack bags (great duffels donated by Land’s End) with personal care items for the mission’s annual Christmas outreach. I did, for the record, get my hand slammed into a car door. However, it did not even bleed, and it still plays piano fine, so things are well. Later on, it will probably go something like this: “Remember when we went to the Union Gospel Mission?” “Oh yeah, you got your hand slammed into a door.” laughter

My second-to-the-final Christmas gift purchase is cruising here now, even though it overshot Minnesota by going from west of here to east of here. Not sure how this happened.

Tracking tracking tracking.

I did (thank you for asking) get a chance to watch A Charlie Brown Christmas. Here is a screenshot from the Christmas goodness.

A television classic.

It (and by ‘it,’ I mean the temperature) will get down to -40 degrees Fahrenheit (with windchill) tonight, although our chances for a white Christmas are looking slim. Furthermore, many of you are stuck taking finals this coming week. I find this to be a ridiculous situation and condemn all universities guilty of this policy to two new frats/sororities apiece.

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Nils

Yeah, no kidding. What is wrong with school’s like Madison thinking they can give us finals up until the eve of Christmas Eve?? It’s just plain ridiculous. Here I am, studying my ass off when I could be relaxing, sitting in front of the fireplace in a robe while sipping hot chocolate with the little marshmallows in it while listening to Christmas music while eating food and drinking hot chocolate while sitting in front of the fireplace while wearing a robe and enjoying my life and sipping hot chocolate. I hate my life.

Mykala

who slammed your hand in the car door?!?

John

yeah. finals. i dont want to talk about it even. thats where i stand…

Richard

Ah but finals bring appreciation for times without finals. Also if anyone was thinking of taking a women’s studies class…don’t.

Mykala

Hmmm… looking back at the first paragraph, you say “things are well.” Is it “well” or “good,” my fine feathered friend? I believe it would be “good.” Ask your mother. That is all.

Alexander Micek

Hahaha, Nils my sister thought your comment was great - I hope you have had some bathrobe/hot chocolate time now that you are home. We must do our LOTR marathon sometime! And to agree with all of you - finals are not great.

Mykala, I must be honest - you are the one who slammed my hand into the car door. I was simply protecting the names of those involved earlier, but now I will fully embrace the fact that you were involved. :) Also, there is an edit button for old posts, I can fix that misused “well” (since it is paired with the wrong verb, as we learned from my Mom), or I can simply leave it as an official record of me completely screwing up. I think I will do the latter.

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