April 07, 2003 :: 12:41 p.m.
the day that spring unsprung
Okay, so... let's get a few things straight right off the bat. It's April 7th, one week into the month of rain sprinkles and budding leaves and baby rabbits. Temperatures have been steadily rising, hitting 75 degrees at one point last week. And yet here we are, once again being covered in snow. On April 7th. It's 28 degrees out. I am thoroughly displeased. And also freezing my ass off, due to leaving all of my heavy winter stuff at home after break. Grr.
I mean, seriously. What the fuck is this? I woke up this morning to find that the normally gray and asphalt-filled view outside of my window had been coated in white during the night. I just cannot believe this. Tomorrow is supposed to be more of the same - highs in the low 40s with a chance of frozen mix badness.
I'm feeling very slighted right now. Where has my springtime gone? I think winter ate it. No jokes. Because it is April, people. APRIL. It's time for spring showers and tiny newborn animals and little flowers sprouting up all over the place. It is not time for endless frozen dandruff flakes to pour from the sky and cover everything like a freezing plague. Fucking Pennsylvania. You know, as much as I would love to live in Canada... I hereby swear off any and all thoughts of moving anywhere above my current location. I'm thinking someplace in the southwest, perhaps Arizona. Because I just cannot condone this reckless disregard for the proper passing of the seasons. It's ridiculous.
And COLD! Gah.
Last night, I was subjected to the most horrible form of torment ever dreamed up by the sick and twisted mind of man.
I saw Goth Boy in his boxers.
It was terrifying. And also sort of hilarious, because damn that kid is funny looking. But mostly it was just disgusting, in an "oh my god, I have to hold back the bile" kind of way.
And you know what? Even his boxers are black. It's a very pathetic thing to see.
He slept over last night. As such, I was lulled to sleep by overwhelming waves of burning hatred. Soothing and ocean-like it was not.
Emily just went to take a shower, and I'm sitting here debating whether or not to go visit Adam at the lab and lock her out. It's tempting. Oh, is it ever... but I probably won't. Not because I'm reluctant to do mean things to her or anything - any hesitation I may have felt went away quite some time ago. It's just that it's fucking freezing outside, and as such I'm not thrilled about trudging through the slush if I don't absolutely have to. Which I don't, because by decree of Adam we are skipping Global Pop today. I have no problem with this, because that class is such a waste of time and tuition that it should be forced to wear a patch to distinguish it from classes that actually possess some intellectual value. I'm surprised he wants to skip, though - he's usually not inclined to do such things. Either my complete and total apathy is rubbing of on him or he's developing some of his own. Or maybe he just doesn't want to sit and listen to Madame Beige blather on in an awkward, stilted manner about Fela Kuti for an hour.
Ding, ding! I think we have a winner.
Anyhow, I'm off to start work on stripe #8 of l'�charpe de Gryffindor. And yes, I had to use the AltaVista translator to find out what scarf is in french. I am very sad indeed.
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