Cold and Wet
I just got back from my morning class, and I was pretty much soaked. My jeans were so wet and sticking to me. My hair's all frizzy and crap because of course that's what it does when it rains. I at least changed into my pajama pants for the time being. Though, I'll have to change back into my wet jeans to go back out and finish my day with three more classes. Bleh.
All I want is to stay in, write, and listen to Kris Allen's CD. That's the other thing. I don't get to listen to it until I get home at like 6pm while my roommate will probably have listened to it like four times by then.
The only good thing that's come out of me being cold is that I'm drinking hot chocolate. Yum. This is my favorite part about winter right here. That, and Christmas. And...the first snowfall when everything looks pretty.
And now that I've ranted a bit, I need to go and get some homework done before I have to leave. Joy.
All I want is to stay in, write, and listen to Kris Allen's CD. That's the other thing. I don't get to listen to it until I get home at like 6pm while my roommate will probably have listened to it like four times by then.
The only good thing that's come out of me being cold is that I'm drinking hot chocolate. Yum. This is my favorite part about winter right here. That, and Christmas. And...the first snowfall when everything looks pretty.
And now that I've ranted a bit, I need to go and get some homework done before I have to leave. Joy.