Why don't I go to UCLA?

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You may have heard me ask this question at times when I am frustrated with Michigan, winter, or the long distance of my relationship. Today I discovered the answer: at UCLA, I could never cross the street from the law school to the student union to find an ice sculpture carving extravaganza going on out front. There were speakers blaring some Vanilla Ice (which was a little twilight zonish before I figured out where it was coming from and realized that it was theme appropriate) and a table set up with cookies and hot chocolate. There were ice sculptures in the shape of Ms and one that was a heart with lovebirds on top. Another looked as though it were meant to be a pillar for something.

Take that, southern California! There are advantages to cold weather! Ahem.