I hate winter.

Fall is easily my favorite season: the weather is perfect for walking and the crisp air encourages bonfires and hot cider. The fiery leaves are quite possibly one of my favorite sights - I can stare at them for hours.

Unfortunately, the leaves have fallen underneath the weight of frozen rain. Snow quickly approaches, and with it dreary days of little sunlight and monochromatic views. It's fucking cold, in other words, and I hate it. Not even the allure of winter break can spring me from this dismal mood, I'm afraid.

In 12 hours, I'll be sitting in my Spanish professor's office attempting to regurgitate a semester's worth of vocabulary and grammar. Terrified doesn't even begin to describe how I feel right now.

I'm drinking more coffee, which ensures that I'll be sleepless tonight and pissed tomorrow. It's a stupid decision, but I don't seem to sleep a whole lot during finals anyway ... I'll rationalize it that way. ;) I'll be rocking crazy hair and bed face to this oral exam, no doubt.

Anyway, it's time for a hot shower: my toes are frozen and my ceiling is crackling (pretty soon it will cave in, it has enough fractures). Be safe!

This post brought to you by: caffeine.

"True! nervous, very, very dreadfully nervous I had been and am;"

"But why WILL you say that I am mad?" ~ Edgar Allan Poe

I'm going crazy with nerves. I have so much due this week: Psych1 test, Spanish quiz and math project due Monday, Spanish oral interview (it's like an oral final exam) on Tuesday, Psych2 test, Psych 1 final paper and math quiz on Wednesday. I should have been working on this stuff much more than I actually did this weekend. Instead, I bemoaned my health (headache's back!), whined at work and slept. Awesome.

I hope you're all doing well. It feels like I was away for so much longer than a day or two!

I was right about the crazy people taking shelter in the library, by the way. On Friday night I encountered a ridiculous amount of creepy old men, including one who took the time to stop me from cleanup to tell me to "have a good night, sweet girl." I know that shouldn't seem creepy, but it really was. I was like "yeahokbye" as I fled the area lol. On a lighter subject, I was talking with a coworker about a fiction book on the topic of zombies in our area: as I'm trying to find the book for her, she asks me "Is it in fiction or local history?" Uhm ... LOL. Well not local history, otherwise we'd probably all be dead, yeah? I don't know if any of you will find that amusing, but I laughed for quite awhile haha. I'm very easily amused, I'm sure this isn't a surprise.

Blah, this is such a boring post! I'm sorry. I'm really dragging - it must be time to make more coffee. :)

Have a good night!

Update: Okay, I'm a bit peppier now that I've downed copious amounts of coffee. Am I the only one who drinks the stuff like it's water? I think it is more of a comfort drink to me than anything - I tend to put lots of milk and cream in it, although I can drink it black when I really need the extra buzz.

While I'm here and somewhat coherent, I think I'll post about some of my thoughts regarding blogs (because I'm that bored). It's an odd situation, to find yourself reading intimate details about someone's life and still be so far removed from the situation. Am I the only one who tends to relate more to some bloggers than others? Sometimes I read posts and just assume it's the product of an overactive but uninspired imagination, while there are other writers I seem to immediately identify with. This probably makes me sound like a terrible snob, and I really don't know that I have a point. I'm just rambling - giddy to not be studying Spanish and reluctant to return to my studies.

I think it's interesting to see just how much information someone is willing to hand out online, regardless of their situation. I wonder if all of this "openness" doesn't increase the bad situations we find ourselves in.

Well, this is a cheery post. I'm sure my 3 (!) followers are glad that I've posted it ;) Sorry, loves. I might be on the verge of a "low" cycle, we'll have to see how this week plays out. If anyone's curious about the quotes, they mean nothing - I just suck at titles.

"I wish I could write as mysterious as a cat."

But alas, I am a mere mortal and can only write as is befitting to my station: not very mysteriously, in other words.

Would you guys like to hear a story? I think you'd like to hear a story. Let me tell you about the elevators at work: they suck. There are two elevators in the lobby of the library, and these are the elevators most people use. Because our patrons are comprised of a very varied people, it's a bit of a gamble every time you step into one of those lifts: will it be full of eye-tearingly strong cologne? The stench of a body that has not seen soap in at least three months? The scent of a diaper long past ripe? None of the options are pleasant, and that elevator quickly turns into a heated metal box of pure hell when one of the mentioned situations occurs. Conversely, when my coworkers or I step into the elevator with a patron and they smell pleasant? You'd think we're in the presence of the President - it's amazing how good hygiene is taken for granted.

Anyway. Shit, I get off topic easily. Okay, so the elevators = gross. Well, one of them just acquired a whole new level of disgusting: a patron urinated in it. Can I repeat that for you? Someone fucking peed in the lift, man! And not just on the floor, but all over the effing buttons as well! How motherfucking disgusting, yeah? Even more disgusting is the fact that the urine sweltered in that elevator for God knows how long until two of my coworkers walked in, pressed the (urine covered) button while simultaneously realizing what was covering the floor and walls, and ran for 1.) alcohol wipes, and 2.) the janitor. Also, please take note of the fact that whoever pissed in our elevator was tall enough to hit the buttons.

Yeah, so that's my job. I feel like every time I'm exposed to 1.) bodily fluids that did not come from myself, 2.) communicable diseases, or 3.) likely rapists (3 today), I should get a bonus.

In other news, my headache has abated! The rain has also ceased, thank goodness. If the light socket in my room didn't fail so hard and insist on blowing a light bulb every day, things would be good. As it now stands, I'm out of new bulbs and have to watch TV in the dark. :(

Oh, well. New Supernatural tonight! :D

"It was night, and the rain fell; and falling, it was rain,"

"But, having fallen, it was blood." - Edgar Allan Poe, "Silence - A Fable"

Happy Thanksgiving, my fellow USians. I hope you're all absolutely stuffed on turkey and other various goodies, and perhaps even pleasantly sleepy. I woke up with a touch of some nasty virus this morning, so I spent the day in my room rather than at my Grandmother's with the rest of my family. I'd say I'm terribly disappointed, but I tend to prefer my own company even on the best of days. I did, however, miss out on seeing my adorable cousins - little girls, aged 3 and 1 - and I am a bit sad about that.

In other news, this little corner of Slenderblogs seems to be in an upheaval. I rather like "Redlight", as he's been dubbed - he seems like a no nonsense sort of fellow. I hope everyone is safe from said fellow, however, and that no more blog hijacks occur. Stay safe, loves.

I will, of course, continue blogging. I mean, why wouldn't I, right? I talk about wholly inconsequential things: spiders, music, Spanish class. I trust this will be a satisfactory decision.

It's still raining, btw. It's been gloomy and overcast since Monday, and I am still not amused. The library will be full of dubious characters tomorrow if the sun doesn't shine. Ugh.

Home remedies for headaches, anyone? The rain wrecks havoc with my mood. =/

Stay safe!

Spiders

So I'm trying to read some manga that I've fallen woefully behind on, but instead of feeling warm and comfortable I keep twitching randomly. I know exactly why this is: spiders. I saw a spider crawling across my wall earlier, and my heroic leap across my bed to smash it ended (clearly) with my book completely missing the mark and that evil thing falling behind my trunk. I whimpered pathetically raged for about 20 minutes, and then decided to forget about it ... but man, it's freaking me out. I loathe spiders with an irrational ire.

Between the spider army that I'm convinced is currently on it's way to kill me and the stupid wind/rain that keeps smacking against my window (which of course happens to be right beside the head of my bed), it will be a miracle if I make it through the night without ten panic attacks.

And that, my friends, is how you whine about something completely inconsequential while people are fearing for their lives. You're welcome.