i am a slave to conformity. i don't lead; i follow. but i am one hell of a follower. thus, my blog is up and running months after those of even the starving bosnian children. power to the people i copied. i can only hope to be half as entertaining as you all.

walking to class today, i was thinking about how this earth's fine creator either has a bone to pick with me or possesses a really sick sense of humor. i lack grace, you see. it's funny how it only seems to snow right before i have to walk to class. and i wonder to myself as i meander down the hill toward LSH, should i continue taking baby steps, looking like a fool, or should i walk with reckless abandon over the slippery slush and risk falling, but as least look cool if i don't? usually, i take the baby steps and still end up hitting the ground. but not today. today i conquered that hill. but as i shuffled my constipated old lady shuffle, i could feel God pointing and laughing. the whole way, pointing and laughing. then again, maybe it was just the jackass behind me. regardless, i consider it repentance for some fun i know i shouldn't have had. and the entire winter lies ahead...