Spring... spring... spring!

Spring has sprung! You know what the proof for that is? It was snowing today. Nice, flaky whiteness falling from the sky. Like dandruff. Remove the gross factor of dandruff and replace it with the understanding that it was ice... nope. Remove gross and sad and replace it with happy and lovely.

Yes. I'm one of those freaks that's completely okay with snow in March. As long as it doesn't get me all wet when I want to be dry. Or cold when I want to be warm. But with the sun shining? It was lovely.

Maybe it's just because it helps hold off the strong desire I have to play outside. All the time. I just want to play frisbee, go running, go hiking, go camping, go swimming... go play with sidewalk chalk and sit on my doorstep playing guitar. I want to put a blanket out on the grass and read a book. I want to watch movies. I want to not study, I don't want to take tests, I don't want to have to wear a dress so I can take a test or give a presentation. I want to get more than six hours of sleep, and I want to be able to relax.

Instead, it's snowing, I'm tired, I have three tests and a paper in the next three days. I had a presentation this afternoon and I have to present my research on Wednesday. Also, I've reached the point where I'm probably actually cracking. So, if I call you Mom, try to bite you, or look like I'm about to cry... don't worry. I'll be better in four weeks.