enough time to blow dry my hair tomorrow so that it doesn't freeze on the way to class.

Things I'd rather have the number eight stand for:

days left of class
minutes of extra sleep
Christmas presents I have already bought for my family
hours until I hop on that plane headed west
letters in my mailbox
new shoes I've just bought (while that is a bit extreme, I'll admit)
kinds of cookies and sweets my grandma's made for me (that's actually near the truth)
length (in minutes) of my next class
weekends to do nothing
extra credit points on my last test
pages of writing to finish
dollars found in my pocket
new emails that did not relate to homework in any way

sadly, this week eight stands for the temperature low. as in eight degrees. 8

a week filled with frantic paper-writing.

I need to clear my conscience. I've somehow slid into the role of the slacker-blogger that I usually make fun of. But you see, I'm a sophomore which basically equals boring. And since I already spent 9 mo. complaining about the cold weather, I can't quite pull that off anymore.

But I'm not going to quit my countdowns! (you know you're excited!!!)

So: 38 days until Christmas break (a long time I know...but hey its Christmas I'm excited)
8 days until I pick my parents up at the airport for Thanksgiving break!
Which also means 7 days of scrambling to get all my homework done before break...we'll see how that goes.
8 books left to read for Adolescent Lit.
4 or maybe 5 or 6 (I don't really like to dwell on it) papers to write this semester
1 credit and a half still left unaccounted for before going into overload for next semester (which I definitely don't plan on filling)
6 volleyball PE classes left (hallelujah!)
23 mornings of waking up with my alarm clock
And finally, sadly, only 38 days until half of my friends leave for the homeland...(whether that's Oregon, Canada, the Netherlands, or various other places around the globe will remain undetermined) but we definitely have a lot of not-studying to do in the next month.

But for now? One pizza buffet to devour! My aunt and uncle are taking me to pizza tonite!

another chance to meet the president.

My Friday night plans turned out a little differently than expected. Rumors had spread that the President was in a nearby town giving some Rep. support, so we decided, that as US citizens (and one Canadian) we needed to go meet this man. Unfortunately, even with all of our well laid out plans, the most we saw of him was the Taco John's sign that read: Mr. President, you're wife called: she wants you to bring home tacos.
We decided not to get too down about our misfortune, and afterall, we were in the self-proclaimed ice cream capital of the world. So why not enjoy? You can probably easily see the progression of the pictures as the happiness of our tongues turned into the general discomfort of our stomachs. And somehow, we even managed to find a big slide in the shape of a silo to visit on the way home.