School has been cancelled the past three days. This winter weather has been, at the very least, three things: untimely (but appreciated, nevertheless), prolonged, and dangerous to anyone who doesn't own hiking boots or an SUV. On top of this blanket of snow and ice is the added joy of having sewage pipes burst in my dorm building last night. Thankfully, my room was spared of any damage and/or unpleasant scents. I didn't have to throw my shit (no pun intended) into the hall at the last minute, and I didn't have to worry about finding a place to sleep that night. Not to mention the fact that I heard the university only covers $2,000 worth of damage to personal property due to weather.
Everything has been kept in an ironic state of karmic equilibrium. Yes, my friends and I have had ample free time to watch Zodiac, drink heavily, and throw empty insults at each other, but raw sewage leaking down the walls doesn't exactly bring any warmth or comfort to a certain number of unlucky on-campus residents when it's been and is forecasted to be below freezing well into next week.
Despite the enormous amount of flights that have been delayed or canceled across the country and the OKC airport completely shutting down, something tells me the Super Bowl isn't going to be canceled this weekend.
As if there weren't more important things to worry about than football, I still have yet to understand what's happening in Egypt. It's almost embarrassing that the first hint of news I heard about the turmoil was that Anderson Cooper was injured at some point. Sometimes I feel like I live in a self-induced bubble. Other times, it's more like an unintentional snow globe.
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