Wednesday night I actually studied. I figured I should, seeing as Thursday's test was 17% of my final grade. I did well on it. I kept glancing out the window at the falling snow as I was taking the test. I was hoping the school would be closing soon (which it did) because I sure didn't feel like being there until five. It took ten minutes just to get off campus. I would have been out of there much sooner, but the campus cop was directing traffic at the school entrance. Anyway, I had time to think while I was participating in that slow, snowy parade. I remembered when I was little I went through a brief period in which I wanted to grow up to be Santa Claus. I thought it would be awesome to be able to make so many people happy. Plus, he had flying reindeer, elves, and all that jazz. I disagreed with some of his principles, though. He seemed to favor the rich. That dirty republican.

I think we got around eight inches here, although they're saying the average was fourteen inches for the area. Either way, that's a lot for Stanly County. My dad and brother built a quaint little snowman together. It was a Kodak Sony moment.

And finally, Jenn, a picture of the cat you gave me senior year. That's my brother holding her, by the way.