The cold and frozen tundra that is Marquette

Every Monday, I kick ass.

Literally. I take karate.

I don't have a car, so when I have to go to my karate class I just take my bike. Yeah, it's pretty cold to be doing that in the UP in mid-November... I don't want to brag, but I'm pretty hardcore.

I was running late, and tore apart my room searching for my favorite mittens, the leopard print ones with the claws on top (I wear them to attract the local gentlemen). When I finally found them, I raced down to my bike, and mentally prepared myself for another freezing ride through the wind and weather.

NOOOOOPE.

My lock was frozen solid.

I ran back up the stairs, waving to an innocent peasant along the way who cowered in fear at my claws. I burst into Kashmir's room, made my best puppy dog face, and requested a ride. She slapped me across the face.

Just kidding.

She said she would drive me, so we walked out to her car. In return of the favor, I put my mittens away to save her the embarrassment.

We took the long trek out to the Freshman parking lot, and when we finally got to her car, we opened the door and got in.

Only that didn't happen, because the doors were frozen as well.

Perhaps it was a sign from a higher power, telling me to skip class. I will never know. I don't want to brag again, but Kashmir and I are pretty buff, so it didn't take long for us to get the door open.

Hiya!