SNOW IN LONDON!!!

I had a really terrible dream last night where everyone was trying to kill me. When I woke up, I was really scared, and crept out of my bed very carefully... but instead of finding a murderer behind my curtains, I saw this beautiful scene of a thick, fresh layer of snow covering everything outside... and even snow actually coming down out of the sky! I was so excited that I cried a little bit. You will not understand exactly how I was feeling unless you also grew up on the coast of California, or somewhere equally temperate. I've seen snow, like, 2 or 3 times on vacations, but I've never seen it like this, and I don't think I've ever seen it snowING. So I took a bunch of pictures out the window, and then started stupidly piling on clothes so I could go take more pictures before I had to go to class. I don't know how to dress for snow since it doesn't snow where I live, so I just put on bajillions of layers of clothes, the big coat that my mom let me borrow since I don't have warm clothes, my hat from Germany, and my rainboots (wellies, whatever). I didn't know if that was legit or not, but ran out anyway. I took pictures of EVERYTHING. It was so beautiful and I was so excited. I felt like a little kid. It was great, too, because since this was about 8:30-8:45 in the morning, hardly anyone was on campus yet, and the snow was all still fresh and un-walked upon. When I went to class I saw everyone else wearing way less clothes than me, and I felt pretty dumb. Oh well. The teacher didn't come for half an hour, so we all took off (a lot of people couldn't get to campus because of the snow), and Daniel (he's from Northern Ireland; we've been hanging out a lot lately) and I went to go run around. We made a wimpy looking snowman with this guy Ronnie. Ha, it was great. Except then Daniel lost his camera. We don't talk about it. Anyway, we went into the forest-y bits by the lake behind campus... man, it was so pretty everywhere... walking around campus, and around Oakwood was so cool, because everyone everywhere was playing in the snow... making snowmen, having snowball fights, rolling up really huge boulders of snow... someone rolled a big ball of snow and put it in front of the stupid shuttle. Ha. Everyone told me that this kind of snow wasn't typical for London, and that it hadn't snowed like this in quite a few years. Lucky for me, I guess! Daniel and I got breakfast, and I had my first traditional English breakfast... beans, egg, "bacon" (thicker than in America, more like ham to me), chips (fries, for all you kids at home), fried toast, and some buttered bread to eat the chips with (so I was told). Oh, and tea. Duh. Seriously, the most fattening thing I've seen in a long time. Lots of carbs, fried things... my brainwashed SoCal mind was telling me that this was a bad plan. But it was so tasty. And a really cool cultural thing to do. I can't say I wouldn't do it again. Anywho, we met up with some more people, and walked to Southgate, jumping around in the snow and throwing snowballs at one another the whole way. Later that night we all got pizza and hung out together. It's great being able to hang out at someone's apartment instead of in my little hole of a room. This was definitely one of the most memorable days I've had here.