The snow can stop
Seriously. I'm sick of snow. I'm sick of waking up and walking to class in below 20 degree weather, with snow and/or ice blowing in my face. I'm sick of having to clear off my car while standing in three inches of snow and getting my shoes and socks wet. Cold feet are not my idea of a good time!!
Speaking of a good time, the group hasn't gone out in a long time. Not since Craig's birthday, I don't think. Which was over a month ago. And we haven't even hung out over here in at least 3 weeks. I see everyone in choir, yes, but it's nice when we all get to just hang out and relax...the drinking and appetizers at Rachel's and/or watching movies together is also fun.
Something good is starting. Something is good because it's reciprocated, and it makes me feel content. Not high in the sky, feeling like nothing can ever go wrong. Content.
Now if only I could get through the rest of this semester and graduate with a decent GPA, my sanity intact, and my body not too ravaged by stress, then things would be fine and dandy indeed.
Speaking of a good time, the group hasn't gone out in a long time. Not since Craig's birthday, I don't think. Which was over a month ago. And we haven't even hung out over here in at least 3 weeks. I see everyone in choir, yes, but it's nice when we all get to just hang out and relax...the drinking and appetizers at Rachel's and/or watching movies together is also fun.
Something good is starting. Something is good because it's reciprocated, and it makes me feel content. Not high in the sky, feeling like nothing can ever go wrong. Content.
Now if only I could get through the rest of this semester and graduate with a decent GPA, my sanity intact, and my body not too ravaged by stress, then things would be fine and dandy indeed.