Who called classes being cancelled today?  THIS GUY.  You can hire me out as a psychic if you want.  Even though the rest of campus got to sleep in til their hearts content, I woke up before the sun and went to work.  Sigh the shameless things I do for money.  About halfway through the day though I said Eff This and blazed my way through the BLIZZARD to 713 because NPH and I have papers due as well as co-dependency issues.  Needless to say, not much headway has been done on my article due tomorrow.

The antibiotics have kicked in and BOY HOWDY do I feel 100% better.  After work yesterday I went holiday baking cr-AZ-y and whipped up some peanut butter balls, frosted sugar cookies, and chocolate covered pretzels to give to some of my favorite locals/ those I owed favors to (for those of you getting all pissed because you were given the shaft: cool your jets– T-Bone’s shipped over a box of brownie mix, sprinkles, etc. and you will be recipients of Holiday Baking Extravaganza Round II.)

Apparently there is a university-wide snowball fight happening at the Pentacrest right now.  Over 3,000 people have RSVPed on Facebook (even though they just sent an update that the snow is terrible for packing.)  Lo siento, but this kind of shit really does not trip my trigger.  First of all: IT’S COLD AS BALLS OUTSIDE.  Secondly, I don’t like my peers near enough to meet them en mass and talk about “Ohemgeebestsnowdayever!!!”  We had two our freshman year, I’m over it.  If anything, I really wish we had school today because the ONE PRESENTATION we were being graded on the ENTIRE SEMESTER in one of my classes was supposed to be today.  So… not really sure where we’re going from here.  I do know that exactly 24 hours from now, my semester is over save one final next Wednesday morning.

Melanie my language buddy responded to some of my questions I had about Luneburg.  To my GREAT PLEASURE she informed that it rains most nearly every day there.  Awesome.  At least I’ll save room in my suitcase not bringing any hair products/appliances.  She also thankfully told me that every student at Leuphana University speaks English– they’re not allowed admission if they don’t.  So while I plan on being quite fluent in German when I leave, at least there won’t be a complete language barrier when I arrive.

Pee Wee’s Big Adventure is on in half an hour– a greater gift from God than any snow day could ever be.

The movie Love Actually has many fans.  I am not one of them.  SO MANY of my friends love this movie, a surprisingly large number of them are males.  NPH and I rented it last night from Blockbuster (as he said after, “I’m glad we’ve just gotten to the point where no one questions us watching romantic comedies together”) because everyone we know just loves the movie and it has to do with Christmas and the whole cast has adorable British accents and we happened to not be drinking last night so didn’t have much else better to do.

Now, this wasn’t Seven Pounds bad, but it was bad in that the audience is supposed to go along with Hugh Grant being the prime minister of England and Billy Bob Thorton as the prez of our great nation.  Yep, you’ve already lost me.  Also, there is a great deal of infidelity in this movie.  In the words of the rugged caveman also watching, “It’s not that hard to be faithful.  In fact, it’s harder to not be faithful.  Being faithful requires you to not DO anything.”

Now, there are two BRILLIANT ACTORS of our time in this film.  Liam Neeson and Alan Rickman.  Liam Neeson is not chasing after boats and international terrorists who have kidnapped his daughter to be sold into sex slavery in this movie, so I’m not exactly sure why he’s in it.  (<– if you didn’t get that Taken reference, drop what you’re doing and get your ass to a Red Box or Netflix, pronto.)  Alan Rickman, not that bad looking of a dude when not dressed in Death Eater robes and unwashed Severus Snape-y hair, is a man who I can no longer take seriously after that one episode of Family Guy (below, for your enjoyment.)

(Look, Dad– I embedded a video all on my own!)

Anyway, the rest of the movie is full of comPLETEly unbelievable, over-the-top, not funny, completely cheeseball “romantic” storylines that involve a man being in love with his best friend’s wife, Colin Firth proposing in broken Portuguese, two porn star stand-ins getting married, Laura Linney’s mentally ill brother ruining her love life, and OF COURSE, a ten-year-old boy running past security in post-9/11 Heathrow on Christmas Eve to tell his classmate she’s the love of his life.  Oh, and Denise Richards inexplicably shows up in the end.  Yep, that was my Wednesday night.  All was not lost, however.  Neil’s mom made some bomb-tastic pumpkin bread with walnuts and raisins in it, and he let me slice off the sugar-coated top and still kinda doughy middle instead of cutting regular slices like a normal person.  The bonus is that now it looks like some sort of dog has gotten into the pan and no way will any of the other housemates touch it.  That bread is mine, bitches.

Perhaps I will post later (ooh, two posts today, possibly to make up for yesterday’s blogging just for the sake of putting something up– sorry, Natalie!)  I bought a netti pot and want to tell the WORLD about shoving a spout full of liquid up one nostril and letting the contents of my sinus cavities drain out the other.

Also, did you know that Scotland is not a country?  It is a “devolved state” or something.  Not actually sovereign.  WHAT.THE.FUCK.  I am now questioning everything I ever thought to be true in the world.