Airport Entertainment

This is how people text-message these days. (Also, Sammi just finished English: Introduction to Poetry.)

Sammi: I'm at the airport chillin . . .

Rafter: and havin the room to myself is pretty illin' . . .

Sammi: I'd assume so, without all the space I was filling

Rafter: Still, the lonely nights ahead won't be very thrilling.

Sammi: You can come back to California any time if ur willin.

Rafter: That might not be in the cards, at the rate that the economy is spillin.

Sammi: Understandable, when its prb you they'd be billin'

Rafter: Yep. So for hockey tonight, any chance of tigers killin'?

Sammi: Not a clue, their win streak has been sorta stillin'

Rafter: Yeah, why is that? Perhaps too many drills they've been drillin? Too many pills they've been pillin? Or perhaps too many biddies' frills they've been frillin?

Sammi: All of the above.

Toasted to a crisp. (a.k.a. grillin')

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I've got Skype now, ma. Add me to your contacts.

Here's a picture of me at the beginning of the year with Ashleigh.

Also from a few months ago, Chelsea and me.

The theme was Sitcom Character Stereotypes. Freshman Megan (in the back) was "the bratty little sister."

Temperature

It's 5:50pm, 3° F outside. It wasn't windy, so I wrapped myself in scarves and had a nice run. Some snow on the ground, about as much as Portland right now.
I'm pretty sure I've never been anywhere this cold before, so this is a personal record.

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