I think I entertain my neighbors. I think my snow shovel is as big as me, and well, I don’t just scoop a path for my car, I clear off the entire drive and sidewalk. Mr. Snow Plow likes to push the road snow on my side so I end up scooping 3 feet out in to the road. It kills my poor back.

Yesterday I drove on the wrong side of the road. Too much on my mind. Luckily, campus was empty.

Crossing northwestern is not pedestrian-friendly in the snow. I was looking for a semi-snowless spot, and I was just like “this is bullshit!” Cars got to see me hop like a little school girl with my cute purse. Before that I was singing, “I’m tired…so tired…tired of…”, my own rendition of that one song or maybe I actually meshed two songs. I don’t know. It’s not like anyone was around to hear.

I’m hopefully getting a big TV this week. Too bad I can’t think of a feasible way for me to carry the 111 lbs in the house by myself. I want to get it before New Years. If I have to spend new years alone, I’m at least going to do it in style. I wish I had a pool table.

I’m working on a whole new concept for this little site. It has cool potential.

My army pen pal guy sent me a Xmas email, but I never replied because I was sending him a package. Too bad, it was returned to me today. Now I look like a bitch.

My friend sent me this adorable picture of his dog. She’s a total movie star, so it’s time she got her place on the web. hmm that gives me a neat blog idea, but it wouldn’t be cool since it’s not my dog. Man, I just had a thought. I wonder if she’s named after alcohol. I’m so slow. I still haven’t gotten to meet her in person. Her dad is the superhero I’ve spoken of before. I’m missing my superhero fix…a lot.