I'm going skiing. On the cheap, of course (POOR COLLEGE KID, THAT WOULD BE ME!) How, might you ask? Good to be hooked up with a loaded roommate with a house in the North Carolina mountains. Housing, check. FREE, check.

Borrowed ski pants. 12 dollar ski jacket. 3 dollar heavy gloves. check.

Now the part I'm most concerned about is the travel itself. There are NINE of us going (3 boys 6 girls) in two cars. Who might be one of the lucky drivers? Oh yeah, that would be me. I'll be driving my troop with four other occupants. Two of my occupants? Despise each other. No two people like the same sort of music so we have a cd drawing/rotation system. Ten hours. TEN HOURS.

If you hear about a teenage girl running off the road "on accident" on I-95, please pray for me.

In fact, pray for me anyway. The drive only leads to fun, I keep telling myself. That will be running on a loop inside my head for all ten hours.

I neglected to mention how much my mother now wishes she didn't allow me to go on the trip. I hear it every 10 seconds. I'm "abandoning" the family. It's one freaking week!!!

North Carolina, here I come!