It's weird, when I visit websites from [---- College]'s wireless network, then I show up as being from [---- COLLEGE].edu in the referrer logs. But, when I go to websites when I'm plugged into the cable, I show up as being from, I don't actually know what (I think just an IP number), but, not [---- COLLEGE].edu.

I just went sledding. Only, I didn't have a sled. And we (some friends and I) could not fine anyone who had a sled, so, we brainstormed. What could we use for a sled? A garbage bag? No. A large sheet of glass? No. A rug? No. A pan? That could work... So, someone went into the kitchen to look for a pan. "I broke the oven!" she ran back to the room saying. We went to fix it. She hadn't broken the oven, she had just pulled the drawer under the oven off its track. Someone else took it out before putting it back in. "Hey... we could use this drawer as a sled" she said. So we took it back to her room. "We need something to use as runners for the sled" she pondered. We found some brooms, took off the actual broom part and just used the broom stick. We duct taped them to the bottom of the drawer. We made a duct tape rope to drag our makeshift sled by.

We all bundled up. I wore my standard outerwear. A sweatshirt. A fleece jacket. A very puffy down jacket. A pair of magic stretch gloves. A pair of magic stretch mittens. A pair of fleece mittens. And a fleece ear head band.

We trudged out to the hill with our sled. It broke twice along the way, but, we had brought the duct tape with us in case we needed to make an emergency repair.

Once we got to the hill, someone went down in the sled. It worked fairly well, considering she was going down the hill in a drawer with broomsticks taped to the bottom as runners. But, it broke. So we fixed it. Then I went. It was fun, until it stopped and almost propelled me forward onto my head. And broke again. We fixed it.

Then, someone tried going down the hill on her stomach, with no slide at all. It kind of worked, but she was wearing a sweatshirt (two actually), so the snow got caught on her shirt and she kept getting stuck. I thought that looked like a fun idea, so I tried it. My jacket is smooth on the outside, it's some type of nylon or something. So, I went down on my stomach. I arched my back and picked up my legs and my arms - superman style. I went down the hill fast! Then, I took off my jacket (don't worry, I still had the fleece underneath) and let everyone have a turn. One guy when so quickly, I don't know how he did it. He just flew down the hill!

I took a few more turns myself, because it was a lot of fun.

Then, we made the trek back to campus. When we tried to get into the dorm, the girl with the sweatshirts realized she had lost her P-Card. A P-Card is basically the life source of a student here. You need to present it to get into the dining hall, you need to scan it to get into the dorms, you need to show it to get packages at the post office, you can use it at the bookstore, and it costs 25$ to get it replaced. She also had her room and post office key attached to the P-Card. So, everyone else left, and the two of us went back to look for her P-Card. We scanned everywhere we had been, but could not find it. Hopefully, we'll find it tomorrow, though I kind of doubt it.

And now, about half an hour since I came back, my legs are still frozen cold. They are just emitting cold air. Even putting a down blanket over them doesn't help, it actually just makes them colder, because the down is just holding in the cold that is coming out of my legs. But now, I put my computer on my legs (because it's warm), so hopefully that will help.


Tonight was really fun.
Oh, and we were all sober the entire time. It is possible to do crazy stupid things without being drunk. And definitely a lot more fun too (because you remember it later).

(How did this post go from being about a stupid sledding trip, to being about how I don't understand why people love to drink so much?)

**Posted later**
No need to fear, my friend found her P-Card. Someone had been walking her dog this morning and found the P-Card and keys. This person happened to be a librarian, so she looked my friend up in the directory, and both called her room and emailed her. The keys are now back safe in her hands, and she can once again go to meals and get things out of her mailbox.