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I really don’t like winter very much. Something about the cold wind and snow is a complete turnoff for me, and I crave the warm breezes and long days of summer. BUT seeing as I cannot control the weather, I usually just suck it up and complain all winter long.

This winter hasn’t been too bad. It’s been uncharacteristically warm (which is still cold in my opinion, but not TOO cold) and I should probably be worried about global warming but I’m too busy being glad I don’t have to walk to school in below-freezing weather. I absolutely LOVE the feeling of Christmas/holiday spirit, and without the burden of cold weather sitting on my shoulders I’ve been enjoying this month A LOT more than usual.

One of my favorite winter memories is from freshman year. That year a close friend of mine decided to host a marathon viewing of The Office at her house; we would watch every single episode (I think at the time that meant seasons 1-5) without stopping. We ended up making it through season 4 (she didn’t have season 5 yet), which was around 36 straight hours of TV. That morning, around 8 or so, I had to walk across town to feed some cat (the family was out of town) so we had to pause the show and go do that. It’d started snowing right before, so there was a dusting of snow on the ground and the air was full of snowflakes. I remember it wasn’t too cold, even though I was wearing thin pants, a sweatshirt, and her brothers giant rain boots. I remember making snow angels in the middle of a busy intersection, and running around in the early morning mist, yelling and laughing. I don’t know if it’s a great memory because of the amount of caffeine in our system, or the lack of sleep, or something else, but I always remember that moment when I think fondly of winter.

I just got home from our now-annual marathon of The Office. This year we lasted only about 7 hours or so, due to scheduling conflicts and whatnot. I think it’s great that although we’re not as close as we used to be, we still get together one night over winter break and bond over our favorite show.

Always nostalgic,

Baffled and Blonde~

The night turned out okay :)

Let’s backtrack…I’ll start from the beginning.

I’d heard about this Halloween party all week from various kids at school, but I never really planned on going (I didn’t have a costume yet). But at around 9:30 my friend called me with a ride, so I jumped at the opportunity (there was no way in hell I was walking in the fucking SNOW). HOWEVER, my parents are paranoid so as I was leaving the questioning began… the final verdict was NO, I could not leave because the weather was bad and I’d stayed out late last night. I should have known (I told you, they’ve been cracking down on me because of the whole “bad grades” fiasco..). So I texted a few of my friends, figuring they could help me escape since I was all dressed up with nowhere to go. Let’s just say I didn’t get what I expected.

At around 10 my friend (goofyboy, let’s call him) rings me saying he’s coming over with an “upgrade” from hookupboy, one who is not drunk at all and wants to hang out with me instead of staying at the party. The guy (he was one of the ones from last night) is super shy but really nice (and really cute!). So I agreed. Goofyboy would bring him over, and we’d hook up, and my night would be made better (until I’d have to deal with hookupboy..but that’s beside the point).

HOWEVER. At 11 I get a call from another friend, telling me she’s calling to “warn me.” I was very confused. “Warn,” I say, “why?” Apparently she’d just seen shyboy fall down the stairs in a drunken daze, while being led off by goofyboy and another one of my friends. So I call goofyboy, and make it VERY CLEAR not to bring anybody into my house drunk while my parents are here. “Don’t worry,” he says, “we’re not drunk at all!”

THIS KID… -___-

A bit later, I hear some (loud) noises outside.

Voice 1: “YO, so here’s what’s going on. You’re gonna hook up with her, then you can go home. But ONLY if you hook up with her. Understand?”

Voice 2: “Haha man, this is so great, they’re gonna thank us later..”

Voice 3: “wherree areee wee goiingggg….?” (<—that’s slurred speech right there)

Five minutes later, I have a VERY drunk shyboy successfully sneaked past my parents and sitting in my basement, with a very clear message from goofyboy (before he totally dipped): “HOOK UP WITH HIM.”

We didn’t end up hooking up. We just talked for a while, which really surprised me (I usually jump at the chance to hook up with guys.. ESPECIALLY if I’ve been given such clear instructions to..). I sobered him up and then called goofyboy to walk him home.

I have to say, it was quite a night. Fun, though, in a totally unexpected way. I wish I could, but I can’t really communicate the strangeness of tonight.

Hoping tomorrow brings more surprises,

Baffled and Blonde~