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My roommate, during a card game, watching me try very hard to pick up the last card off of our incredibly smooth table: "Em, you really need to stop biting your nails."

:D

Much hilarity ensued, along with much comparing of hands. Roomie J's perfect (self-done) French manicure won. I live with a supermodel. (well... potential supermodel). She's all tall and blonde and willowy and blue-eyed, with beautiful cheekbones. Legs up to her chin. If it wasn't for her tendency to trip over her own feet every few steps, she'd be a shoo-in. (She's also dating a Mountie. Save a horse, ride a Mountie!) She's also very funny. I like her.

It isn't snowing anymore. Booo. *likes it when it snows*

Everybody's gone home for the weekend, so I've got a couple of the windows open in an attempt to cool the place down a little. It is a frigging sauna most of the time. I'm running around in a t-shirt, and my roommates are shivering on the couch in sweaters. It's kept at... 23 degrees. Yeesh. (I like a nice, reasonable seventeen).