Boy, I thought it was never going to come. Just two days ago it was 60 degrees here and it was looking like I wasn't going to see snow fall before I left New York. Well, I wouldn't say it was snow -- it was more like an oreo slushee, and it only lasted for five minutes -- but still, it was reassuring to know that winter was coming back to New York and the polar ice caps hadn't melted away. Still, I suppose when the snow starts to fall, it also means it's time for the semester to end soon...
...and with that, finals. Fuck finals.
-Emoinacloset
