the Dalaverse

::weeps:: There is no snow on the ground. No snow whatsoever. Technically there is still a winter weather advisory on till 10 this evening, but apparently that's not good enough for the college. The county public schools are out and they're on a Code 4! I don't know what that means, but it has to be bad!

You go to hell, college. You go to hell and you die.

ETA: IT'S SNOWING NOW. BIG FLUFFY WHITE STUFF. I DUNWANNA GO TO CLASS IN THE BIG FLUFFLY WHITE STUFF. SOON IT WILL FREEZE ON THE PATHS AND THEN YOU KNOW WHAT HAPPENS? WE SLIP AND WE DIE, FUCKERS.

I really, really, really, really, really do not want to go to class today. In case that wasn't evident.

Can anybody give me a legitimate reason why a nice old captain who doesn't sail a particularly distingushed or important ship might, er, send his three midshipmen home at the same time? One of them has a death in the family, so that's his excuse, but I want them together. I know I've read H/A fics where they've gone to visit Archie's family for awhile...

Here's hoping they'll cancel all classes noon and later so I can spend the rest of the day writing this bitch ::crosses fingers:: Think cold in my direction, ya'll.

And GIP! Lookit what drbillbongo made me! ::frolics::

I am so annoyed, I feel the need to talk like Napoleon Dynamite to properly express my disdain and rage.

It's a freakin' blizzard out there! This is pretty much the worst weather decision of all time. There's like an infinity of snowflakes falling down. School officials, you fat lards, let us out. Let us out, and all your wildest dreams will come true. We'll build you a cake or something.

I don't have to go to class. Maybe I won't, GOSH.

Idiots.

I'm gonna go make myself a dang quesa-dillah.

GAHHHHHH. All the events and stuff for tonight are getting cancelled so I keep receiving these e-mail with the subject heading CANCELLATION and it's just mean.

To haul ass to the library, or not to haul ass? Because I've got work to do, and I need to use their printers, but if afternon and evening classes are miraculously cancelled, I'll feel like a moron for having made a pointless cross-country skiing expedition re-enactment of the end of "The Day After Tomorrow" meal for wolves after being frozen to death trek.

Man, I'm sorry to be whinging about this, but HONESTLY. I've wanted not to go to class more, but never before have I felt so justified. Our suite is a pit of unhappy femaledom. Lots of running between rooms and up and down the stairs and cursing and bitching. Poor Vanessa has at 8:00 and a 10:00 this morning, so she's been gone for awhile.

Just...just suck it up and cancel, people!

The view out the window of the snow covered woods is very pretty. I'd like to stay and admire it.

GAHHHHHHHHHH.

ETA Stephanie just called somebody, probably Public Safety, to ask about whether they're cancelling. Apparently they're in a meeting right now. JOY.

Okay. All right. I will stop spamming, I swear. Just after this one. Because I, utilizing only those meager stores in my dorm room, have concocted the recipe for THE GREATEST INSTANT OATMEAL KNOWN TO MAN.

Step 1: Mix two packets of mildly-flavored oatmeal of your choice, with just enough water so that the bowl can be turned upside down and its contents won't move.

Step 2: Add the following ingredients in this order:

Way too much brown sugar
Tablespoon of peach preserves (or flavor of your choice)
Enough milk to make it mildly soupy
1 Snack Pack Del Monte Vanilla Yogurt Raisins
1 Snack Pack Del Monte Plain Raisins

Step 3: Stir into disgusting, inedible-looking mess.

Step 4: EAT IT.

No, seriously, that's the last post of the morning -- uh, day. Unless something dire happens, or there are pictures of...puppies. Puppies and Jack Davenport naked. Not that I'm promising anything, mind.

I am a dirty rotten liar. But hey, at least it's afternoon.

All I have to say is this:

Okay. So who's watching "The O.C." and thinking Kirsten/Julie Cooper?

Seriously though. That's so much hotter than Alex/Marissa. The two best actresses on the show, mistresses of the powers of snark and evil (okay, so that last part just applies to Julie Cooper)! Sandy's off stranded with a corpse, he totally deserves it, and like Caleb would even notice.

Feel free to slap me for that one.

OMG. Spiderman!Seth! BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! BTW, does anybody have a copy of "Champagne Supernova" by Oasis?

But the point of this (yet another) post is: challenge. I challenge you, PotC folks, to walk right on by the luxury underwater hotel in the Bahamas.

Come on! Isn't the inner Jack in you just going "Oooooh! Think of all the people I could seduce in that joint!"?!

HIIIIIIII *flop*