Well, mother nature sure threw Minnesota for a loop today. It started snowing around 8:00 and now it's 15:23 and the damn white stuff is still coming down harder than ever; thick, fast and sticky. I was a little put out that I had to work today in the blizzard. Schools and businesses all over southern MN were closed, but I still had class and work. Yet another reason why high school > college. I wrote a few tickets, got soaked and froze my ass off for a little over an hour before my supervisor Shawn took pity on us PSOs and let us ride around in the van for the rest of our shifts. It was kinda fun, just sitting and talking to Kristin, Kat, and Weston. Since we're so territorial we don't usually get to know each other very well. When I got back to my dorm, I was all "hot shower, hot coffee, hot tomato soup." But I was rushing around trying to get everything done in an hour because I had my cello lesson at 13:00. I also had to call my parents and Brian back, because they both called while I was working. Brian got a new puppy. Its name is Moose, just like my dog. I'm glad; he needs someone to come home to. It's not like he lives alone anymore; he has a roommate, but it's not the same. My mom had a nightmare about the molasses cookies Matt brought me. She dreamed they were laced with cyanide and I ate them, and that my roommate found me hunched over my computer, dead. Then the house phone rang this morning and she nearly had a heart attack. I've noticed my lesson goes a lot better when I practice. :) Yeah, who knew? I guess a great sense of humor can only get you so far, then you've actually got to be able to play cello. I'm working on the Shostakovich cello concerto still. I really liked the first movement. The second is okay. Now I'm kinda on the third and fourth at the same time, and I'm frustrated and bored by them at the same time: frustrated because I can't play them yet, and bored because I just like the first movement better. As for my etudes, usually I love them, but sometimes Popper no. 20 makes me want to jump off of buildings. Yesterday I went to H2O. The food was delicious, as always. I met this new guy named Forrest who just moved to Mankato from Wyoming. He was pretty cool; he loves coffee, drives a Jeep, and he's a Christian who knows what it feels like to be judged. Now if only I could find out if he likes country music ... The topic of H2O was "Drowning." The video was set in a bar, and watching it I thought about how much I can't wait until I'm 21. I want to try that scene out for myself; play pool, drink, dance like a fool ... imagine if I'd brought that up at the discussion group! Pretty sure it wouldn't have gone over well. Matt and Juwon were in my group. I disagreed with Matt on a few different things. I jokingly said something my finance prof used to say all the time last semester, "Go on. Say I'm wrong. Make me feel bad!" It's funny. I was so glad that I disagreed with him, because it proves to me that I'm not like him, and that I'm succeeding at fleeing from that lifestyle. Then Juwon followed me home. Literally. He followed me into my dorm room. We talked for about an hour total, from H2O, then walking to campus, then in my room. That boy ... sometimes I wonder what he thinks of me. I'm glad I can talk to him about how neither of us fits in at IV, but I don't want him to get the wrong idea either. It's not a big deal; I'm probably just reading into everything because I'm a girl. But I was wondering about Juwon before Matt even started up again. Hmmm. We'll see. I'm a little surprised how easy it was to get back into this whole diary thing. I guess the desperate need an outlet, right? I hope this week goes fast. I want to go home, just for the sake of going home.