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.

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.

Quick note before class

It is absolutely abysmal outside. If I didn't have a ridiculously weighted in-class Spanish composition today, I would absolutely skip class and stay home.

The last time I was on campus while it was storming outside, I was unfortunate enough to not have my umbrella. I have to make the trek across the grounds between classes, and I was absolutely soaked by the time I reached my destination. I went to stand by the elevator (because fuck walking the stairs in baggy and soggy jeans, yeah?) only to be treated to the curious stares of the entire place - because apparently they can't look out the window, see the torrential downpour, and put two and two together - before a particularly astute professor asked: "Oh, is it raining outside?"

C'mon, seriously? Did you really just ask that? Shit, man. I'm wiping my forehead rapidly in order to keep the water cascading from my hairline out of my eyes whilst thanking God that I'm not wearing anything even remotely sheer, and you're seriously asking if it's raining?

I took the stairs.