Once upon a time when I was a small child I got a haircut. It went from from rather long (and stringy, according to my mother) to pretty short. The second the lady was finished, I stood up from the chair, looked in the mirror, and said, "OK, I want it long now."
That's how I feel about winter right now. The ice is frickin' treacherous, as I rediscovered the hard way yesterday. To compound it , it's a three day weekend, so most of the university is closed, including the coffee places (which shouldn't bother me so much, but it does). The buses don't run as regularly, everyone leaves town, the people that stay in town all live down hills so I'd have trouble getting there normally, and I'm still a little nervous to test this leg, so I can't really go anywhere or see them.
And my roommate is annoying the hell out of me, but I shouldn't discuss that here. But I'm spending as little time on my room as possible these days, since she never leaves. As such, I'm sitting in the library and complaining (like I said I'd never do) in my blog.
Anyway, I'd like it to be spring again. Last spring was pretty rough, so all the sunshine and warm days were kind of joyless, and now that I'm back to normal, winter is getting me down. I wish my friends were either still in town or closer by so that I could go talk to them. But even around them I don't want to talk about it because people have bigger problems and don't need to here about my menial "problems."
Sorry to whine. I'm just frustrated today. I want some coffee and someone to talk to.
1 comment:
I feel ya
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