Winter!

There are tiny, tiny snowflakes falling and the road is full of slush. And I'm probably going to have pneumonia before the day's out because of last night, which involved a lot of silly stuff which I was actually going to write about until our WINDOW BLEW INTO OUR LIVING ROOM. I'll probably get around to writing about it, because telling everyone about how we sat around playing Soul Calibur III pitting Marie Curie against Descartes, and discussed whether our pirate character (pronounced by blowing a raspberry, because it's finals week and we've all lost a good chunk of our sanity) was a pirate-pirate, or a ninja-pirate, or possibly a saint-pirate (he was a pirate-pirate), though we did eventually invent a ninja pirate, whose name was pronounced by snorting. We also had to psychoanalyze my roomie to find out why she hated puns, and I got chased to the 6th floor for unthinkingly making one (I'd done so well this year, too!). I tried to call base in the kitchen, but I got beat with a book anyway (I think it was Beowulf). I think I had my revenge by battling my finger puppets and doing strange voices for them. Oh, and then our WINDOW BLEW INTO OUR LIVING ROOM. I'm considering us very, very lucky that it didn't break. It just sort of... popped out of its frame and sat down on our couch for a nice break from blocking the freezing wind and snow, which probably wasn't the best time for it to do something like that, even if it was dissatisfied with the state of its existence (plus it was 3 in the morning). So after a night of laughing rather insanely over things like House/Grey's Anatomy crossovers (and how much debauchery could be accomplished by House, whether Wilson would be involved, would they be sleeping with Meredith or Dr. Shepherd, and what it would do to the plot)... we ended the night with engineers in the room, baffled as to why our window wanted to join in on the fun and probably thinking we were all very drunk/high, especially since by the time our window blew in, most of the house had been in and out of our room at some point during the night to join in on the thoroughly nerdy conversation (at some point, there was also half of a LAN party in our room), so once the window hopped its frame, people were constantly peeking in with their coats on (if they could get the door open).

But dude... the window in our living room just... popped out. How did that even happen? And to fix it, they just... popped it back in and duct taped it in place. I suppose this is what I get for living in an old dorm.

I'm kind of sad we didn't get a layer of ice last night, though. Or at least, it doesn't look like we did. Plus there isn't nearly enough snow. We were supposed to get 6-12 inches, and I can still see bits of the ground out there. I'd complain about the weather being thoroughly uninteresting if it hadn't managed to blow out our window. But wind... wind is not an unusual thing in Chicago. Where is my snow??