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.

"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