Then again, a moment ago I was complaining about not being sure I really enjoyed teaching and not wanting to go to class.
Jesse and I had a fantastic weekend. On saturday we tried out our new snowshoes (for christmas from his parents) and it was awesome and tiring. Then we hung out at the mall for a few hours (I KNOW, what's up with the mall thing? I won't be able to make you understand) and had some of the very lovely chinese food and chatted with a few friends we ran into. They were going to see the 9pm "Ocean's Twelve" and requested our company but we decided we didn't want to drive home on the ice after 11pm.
Sunday we reeelaaxxed. I don't even know what all we did. Something like: stayed in bed late, made huge breakfast, read, went to the store, read, cooked (fondue!), watched "Pulp Fiction", made chocolate fondue, went to sleep.
It started to snow pretty hard yesterday afternoon and it was all dark and sparkly. The snow had gotten pretty old and dirty at the side of the road and the new snow, slightly transparent, over the old was somehow poetic. It was windy and snowy all night and we woke up to a foot thick down blanket fluffed over the world. It was lovely until we had to leave the house and then it was a huge pain. It stopped snowing for about an hour today but now it's started again. What the heck do you think of that??