1 hour left to go

Well, its 1 hour before my classes start. My brain is so out of it from like 11 hours of sleep (time zones suck ass) that i'll be one lovely zombie in Italian class. All of my close friends are still stranded in random states because there is too much snow for even a bus to come here. I feel like i'm on an island and no one normal is ever going to come here to recue me :P Nah i exaggerate, i'm still as sanely insane as i always will be.
Two days ago, at dinner, there was a group of girls huddled around this one guy. Now you're thinking, huh a Guy in Smith College, and i'm responding, yes lots of them :'(. In any case this guy was telling a wildly amusing story about how he was mixed up with Laura Bush. now i'm thinking, the likelihood of this Laura being the real Laura vs my roommate Laura. Because from behind they have the same length of blonde wavey hair ( :S ). So anyways, i go up to him and all like, yo i'm Lauras roommate. All suave like. NOw this guy's name is Ezra and he looks like Jesus. Which is not necessarily a bad thing, but lol listen to what comes next. So hes all like yeah you should really tell Laura to be more open about her opinions, and not to be afraid. Now on one level i'm like Yeah gooo opinions, but on another i'm like Huh, Laura be More opinionated?? So the next day we happen to meet again at brunch and we talk some more, and its not surprising he doesn't know where Belgium is, and he asks whether they speak english there ?!?! lol and then i realise that he has never been to college and been spending the last 2 years backpaking around Southern America... still no excuse :P:P So hes like this odd mixture of the zen master with complete airhead hippy aftertones. So he was supposed to call me yesterday to make snow people with a bunch of people, but sniff they forgot about me...i'll live.