It won't be long before we'll all be there with snow

What is it about falling snow that's so calming? I woke this morning with my left arm aching from where they poked me and drew away my life source, concern for my lack of ability to speak spanish, worry for my abysmal econ professor and irritation that my chemistry class is becoming more and more like my dreaded physics class from last semester. Now I sit in my window niche, watching, "Guess who's coming to Dinner?" and gaze at the falling snow. My only concern is that I may not find a man as wonderful as Sydney Pointier. I think that's a worry I can handle.  

masturbation?

"Oh, there's a vibrator on the floor?" -Hunter

Is it a problem that our room has been dubbed the, "masturbation room?" That's what happens when all three of us by vibrators on the day we get drunk and tell all our friends. 

well, at least we won't get acne...

Blast from the undead past

I was under the firm belief that my appreciation of the science fiction genre, more specifically vampire stories, was a one time obsession with the recent twilight series. I was recently reminded that Edward was not my first. No, the first vampire to catch my eye would be none other than the illustrious Angel on Buffy the Vampire Slayer. With my abundance of free time, I've been watching the first season on Hulu. It brings me back to the days when I watched to get the quickest glimpse of David Boreanes as he played the brooding vampire with a soul. This has been a break of reminders of years past. Keep 'em coming.