Last night was one of the most fun I’ve had at Penn. It snowed all day, from before I woke up to well into the evening, and Deep and I decided to start the day off after breakfast with an early afternoon romp. As Ko chose not to join us, our first course of action was to write “KO SUX” in giant, 10-foot-tall letters (yes, we are 13-year-old AOLers) on the field viewable from the Common Room window. Of course, once we got back upstairs, we saw that the U and X were obscured by a tree, so it looked like “KOS”. Perhaps we subconsciously wanted to advertise the Daily Kos weblog!

Hee, I love how the snow turns us all into 6-year-olds. I remember in my first snowfall, I went out with Michelle, our nanny, and we wrote my name in big letters on the soccer field of a nearby elementary school. My mom has a picture of me from that time on her bedside table — I’m in a pastel yellow snowsuit, with long strings of pink plastic beads around my neck and a bright magenta skirt over my snow pants. I was very feminine as a child, before I declared at age 10 that “I will never be a girl again.” I am so entertained by ikkle!me.

Anyway, later in the evening, once Deep and I had recovered from the cold long enough to venture outside again, Ko and a bunch of Deep’s friends decided to join us, so we had a rather powdery snowball fight that rapidly deteriorated into a “let’s see how many people we can tackle to the ground” war. Then I found two abandoned lunch trays, and we joined a small crowd of people sledding down the 38th Street Bridge. We met up with Matt and Brady, and near the end ran into Erin Finley, one of my friends from Hockaday, who was there with another group of friends. Unfortunately, our fun was untimely cut short upon the arrival of a snow plough. Humbug.

Ko, Deep, and I warmed up with dinner from Qdoba, which I always find pleasantly surprising, as Ko constantly rags on its inauthenticity and badness in comparison with what she’s used to in Albuquerque, whereas unsophisticated me finds it quite tasty. I’ll have to keep it in mind.

Later that evening, I went up to The Boys’ room and watched “Monty Python and the Meaning of Life.” For the first time. Yes, I am that lame. Now, all I have to see if “The Life of Brian” and I won’t have to be ashamed to look at myself in the mirror anymore at my sheer Monty Python fan poserhood. :D

In other news, Allison posted this link. I am so entertained.