The weatherman used the term "Thunder Snow" to describe what we are currently experiencing. All I know is that I'd like the little chunks of ice that are hiting my window to cease fire. It makes this weird crackly-scratching noise and it's just creepy. So... yeah. The roads are totally covered, but I'm hoping that we can still SPN marathon tomorrow. Mostly because I'm craving Skittles. Maybe that's why I like Show so much--I associate it with food. <3

In other, flail-tastic news, There's a slight maybe small tiny chance that Muse's Hysteria could end up on the game. The very song that I have been proclaiming my love for and declaring a dire need for in Rock Band for going on about two months now. Oh, please, Harmonix, let this be true. I almost woke my brother up in the dead of night to tell him about this (but didn't for fear of being savagely attacked) and I just... MUSE. OMG. MAKE THIS HAPPEN. And if you could throw in some Led Zeppelin, I'm sure they wouldn't even notice. Seriously. Just put the songs up there, and once I've had a chance to download it, I'll give y'all a call and you can take it down before the execs even figure anything out! It's a perfect, foolproof plan!

I really need to stop writing LJ entries whilst I'm home and awake all by myself. Ah, well. I'm seriously contemplating going outside and playing in the snow. It's 23 degrees and I have shorts on, but it just looks so pretty. :D

Why is it that whenever I have fun, happy, and delighful plans, they tend to fall through? I'm thinking we're gonna have to move the Supernatural Marathon of Evil Death and Potential Crack Theories to another night. Also, the caffeine. Man, I'm gonna miss the caffeine.

I think I'm going to work on Supernatural Promos this weekend just for the fun of it. Because I miss working on my baby entry and I'd like to do another. Or, I dunno. Maybe I'll make another Ruby video. Because I have a problem.

I can't dye my hair until Wednesday next week because </s>my mother doesn't want to be seen in public with me</s> we're going to the Gap Outlet (I WILL FIND INDIANA JONES PANTS!), and I don't want my hair to stain any of the ridiculously large number of shirts I will be trying on. Much as it pains me. I'd like to get it done tonight. :) I'm feeling really apprehensive about it lately, but... I think I'm making my peace with it. I'll take whatever colors decide to show up on my unbleached hair and I'll LIKE THEM. And I'll sort out whether I'm going to keep it when my hair starts growing and my roots start showing. Which will probably be next month. I hope.

I really need to stop bringing my computer to class. I get too much work done don't get anything done in the class I'm supposed to be working in.

So last night, I watched my nightly watching of The Daily Show and Colbert Report (which have both gotten eerily better since the vague whispers that the strike might be ending surfaced... huh...), and then I went online for about another hour just because I wasn't quite tired and fanfiction generally has the ability to put me right out. Therefore, I didn't even seriously contemplate sleeping until around 1:00AM.

Now, all day it had been raining pretty heavily, but... such things have been known to happen. When the large cracks of lightning and bright flashes began to occur in increasingly frustratingly just-able-to-wake-me-up-barely intervals, I simply rolled over into the corner of my bed. Somewhere around 1:45AM, I was just drifting off into the land of happiness, rainbows, and also unicorns.

So when people started knocking on my door and coming over the loudspeaker to tell me to get in the basement, I think I was justified in my irritation. I pulled on some sweatpants over my shorts (it's cold in the basement, and also there are roaches) and grabbed my phone and keys and trudged off downstairs. Apparently there was a tornado warning? Or not...? I'm still not for sure. People were running about in various states of confusion down there and I heard about seven different reports. All I know is Kentucky is not known for its vast tornadoes of death and destruction. There's only ever been one warning I can even remember. When I was 7. Yeah.

We sat down there for about 30 minutes, which in hindsight wasn't bad, but when we went back upstairs, I couldn't sleep. So I've been angry and snappish all day because they deprived me of sleep for no reason.

Except when I went to my American Government class, one of the hugest trees on campus was split right down the middle. So there is that. I still don't know where the actual tornado was. And I'm still cranky.

And I ate popcorn and Pepsi for lunch. Mmmmmm, butter. Oh, my college diet, you truly are trying to kill me. <3