I despise eight o’clock classes on days like today.  The buzzing of my alarm clock is enough to drive anyone crazy, and since it is about 3 feet below my bed I have to climb down the bunk bed ladder to turn it off.  Cold days do not facilitate this.  I wish I could just stay in my warm bed all morning and skip class, but since my annoying alarm clock went off, I am already out of bed and getting ready for the day.  I knew the weather outside was cold, but I did not realize I would freeze my nipples off just getting across campus.  Note to self, cold chocolate milk is not a good drink to have while walking in the cold.  By the time I do reach the other side of campus, I am frostbit and cannot feel my fingers.   This could be an overstatement, but if anyone if from Houston, you know we don’t do cold weather well.  After forty five minutes I regain enough feeling to cross campus yet again for class numero two.  Again, I barely defrosted in time to move class three.  The weather finally got to me, and I left before the class even started, returned home, and went back to bed.  Luckily I woke up in time to eat some delicious cafeteria food.  No, those words do not go well together.  I woke up from my nap, glanced at my room mates clock, realized I needed some sort of “food” to keep me going for the rest of the day.  I use that term loosely because cafeteria food is nowhere near real food.  So, again, I get out of my warm bed and bundle up just to go eat terrible food.  Everytime I visit, I hold out hope that the cafeteria has made a good meal.  Of course I was wrong again.  Not only did I visit once today, I made the mistake of going twice.  One friend, who claims to be awesome, convinced me that a birthday meal would be good from the cafeteria.  Since she was quite wrong, I had my second waffle of the day.  Good company, bad food.  Give and take.  Tomorrow is another day, and another possibility of warm weather and good food, though both are highly doubtful.