The mood list should have "damp", "soggy", "soaked", and "waterlogged", but this is the closest I could get. I finally finished my paper for music history last night. I did end up going to Intervarsity because I bribed Juwon to come with promises of soda, then he wheedled and complained until I said I'd stay for the AIDS video. Which I did, then I left. I even got to go to bed early (22:30), but then Neil called me around midnight and woke me up. We didn't talk long. Music history was fairly high-spirited today. After the listening quiz we were going over our listening quiz answers and everyone was arguing with Dr. Lindberg. Emily thought the funniest part was me yelling "OH! It's in my NOTES!" after we made the connection between the 13th-century rondeau and twelve-tone music during the lecture. It rained all day. Within minutes of going out to work I was soaked. By the time my shift was over I felt like I'd never be dry again. It wasn't so bad; when I got too cold I went into the bus stops in the far lots, turned on the heat and sat under the lamp. I could see the steam evaporating off of me; it was bizarre. I took a shower and ran some errands before my mom came to pick me up. We went shopping at the mall, but didn't buy anything. Sometime while we were at River Hills Mall the rain turned to snow, and it's kept on snowing ever since. Neil called me tonight while my mom and I were watching "Expiration Date." Apparently he's going to some campus-sponsored gambling night, and I mock-complained, "How come you always get to do such fun things?" His response? "We all know blondes have more fun." I told him about how I've been rereading my sitD from 10th grade and I said, "I was so weird when I was fifteen!" "Some things never change," Neil said. What a zinger! I knew there was a reason I liked him. So here I am, home in Owatonna again for the last time until the semester ends. And all I've got left are tests to study for, one paper for American Indians, and the extra credit project for Astronomy. And then I'm done with my sophomore year. Kinda hard to believe. It went so fast, but I still can't wait for it to be over. I wonder if when I look back on it, that my freshman year, my one year at St. Olaf, will have been the best year of my college experience. How depressing that would be.