whiteout over my fair city

[sahsahsah]

this is when I start to question how much I really missed the snow. Its those little things you forget over time, like how wet snow really is. And how this wetness seeps in through everything, even sometimes... your soul.

I am doing applications right now for teachers college and one asks me how much I know about snow (its an outdoor program). and really shouldn't I know more? I should, like Storm should in x-men legends II, be able to control the snow fall, and blow it hard into my opponents' faces. Then again maybe she'd be steping on Ice-Man's toes.

So perhaps what I am trying to say is that I own a gamecube, with x-men legends II: rise of apocalypse (among other titles). And we (me+jen+x-mutants) would love to welcome you out of the snow for a game and a warm hot chocolate. you can even park the dog-sled in the back.

(a guy just came into work from the snow wearing swimming trucks, the same colour/design as mine, over long johns. he, my friends was ready for the wetness of the snow)

[further thoughts: why haven't I ever snowy dipped? picture it: little bums poking out of the snow everywhere. god i love snow]

white snow:{ }