80+ MPH Winds

The Uni would close campus right after I've finished all my classes for the day. (Sidenote: it's really nice that they don't make you buy textbooks. All my readings are scanned on Blackboard, wooo.)

I just received an email saying, "Due to extremely high winds forecast over the next few hours you are advised to stay inside your Halls of Residence and not venture out." Oh, lovely. 

Apparently, "Winds are expected to gust 80 mph widely and possibly reach 100 mph in the most exposed locations in the west and northwest Wales." 

I know it's been a snowpocalypse on the East Coast, but at least you can walk outside without getting blown over. Or drenched from head to toe.

In unrelated news, I never wrote on here about how there is a hill in town called "Bitch Hill" (it's aptly named, seriously). Going down, no problem. Coming back up, well, let's just say there are many other things I'd rather be doing...especially on nights like when Harriet decided it was a good idea to run up it in the rain while heading home from the club. Unless someone's chasing me, there is no need to be running. 

I made the unfortunate decision to wear heels out one night (why, Heather, why?) and I'm surprised I didn't fall over multiple times while trekking back home (especially because we took Bitch Hill). Tripped, yes. But I didn't fall flat on my face, so that's surprising. 

Why did I bring heels again? Never again. Packing properly is clearly not my forte. 

WEATHER UPDATE: The lights flickered, but our pizza supplies are at an all time high, so we should be ok.