Cold, Wisdom, and Wit

Our conversation walking to the library went something like this:

Me (in a slightly whiny tone): “How can it be this cold? We are wearing wool, how are we supposed to get warmer?”

Kelsey (tone equally whiny): “Every year I forget how cold it gets. Every year!”

Me: “It must be like childbirth.”

Kelsey: “What?!”

Me: “You know, that drug your body releases after childbirth.”

Kelsey: “…”

Me (matter of factly): “You know that drug your body releases after childbirth that makes you forget the pain. If it didn’t no one would have more than one baby.” I offer a small self-indulgent laugh at my clever connection.

Kelsey (seriously): “Oh right. Yeah it must, otherwise no one would come to school here for more than one winter.”

Me: “Childbirth and Rexburg winters….and falling in love.”

Kelsey: “Oh yeah. Falling in love. Yeah. I bet you’re right.”

Me: “I think I’ll write a blog about it.”

My Day in Pictures

7:00am-8:30am:
Cycling and swimming with Angie and Travis. Together we make up the three legs of a triathlon.

12:30pm-3:30pm:

Covered myself in charcoal while drawing my Italian friend, Massimo.

3:30pm-4:40pm: Matt, the snitch.

Watched my FHE brothers play QUIDDITCH!

The beaters and a chaser

Great quote from Ian (far left), yelled in a moment of frustration when the fans were getting too intensely involved, “Guys! We aren’t real wizards! We can’t really fly!” Take it back Ian. You proved yourself wrong.

4:30pm-6:30pm:

Started grading this very intimidating stack of papers.

7:30pm-11:30pm:

Had a social life, despite my lack of time for one.

11:30pm-12:00am: Read and listened to Julius Caesar. I was feeling pretty confidant in my Shakespearian abilities until about 11:29.59pm.

What is on the agenda for tomorrow?

Watching Edgar Allan Poe’s funeral, of course!