Today is some sort of miracle for people around here, because it’s almost 70℉ (that’s something like 21 â…‘ ℃) – a radical change from the wintery, disgusting crap we’ve been getting over the past few months. The sun actually exists now, and people are throwing Frisbees around campus (I was dumbfounded, too) just for shits and giggles, I guess. I’ve read journals that say that winter is typically a shit time for depression, because there’s no sun or Vitamin D or much else interesting in that area.
So, here’s to a less depressing spring. And summer, and whatever else there is.
Oh, great, back to 42℉ (5 5â„9℃) in a few days…Ah well. Still, my message stands, or something…
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yeah but spring means having to watch all those seasonally-compelled individuals flinging themselves into “spring flings,” and then summer comes along and it’s more of the same, but intensified. And then fall rolls around, and everyone wants a cuddle buddy. And then it’s winter again, with all its horrible holidays.
I had several spring flings last year.
well good for you. I’ve never had a spring fling, or a valentine, or a summer romance, or even a legit relationship. Therefore: all seasons are terrible.
Ah, man, the horrible holidays. One of the worst parts of winter. Hate that shit. And in spring, there’s Daylight Saving Time, which pretty much defies logic. And we do the same crap in the fall, and then it’s winter and we’re all screwed again.
Yep, that was totally optimistic.
I’ve had all the above. They are just temporary highs, makes you wanting more. Variety that is, talk about an addiction.
well, at least other people will have improved moods, which may or may not make them more tolerable to have to interact with.
Well, shit..you guys are depressing as hell. I’m going back to FaceBook!! 🙂 Maybe invent a new season…umm…Season of the Witch.
When I look out my window,
Many sights to see.
And when I look in my window,
So many different people to be
That it’s strange, so strange.
You’ve got to pick up every stitch,
You’ve got to pick up every stitch,
You’ve got to pick up every stitch,
Mm, must be the season of the witch,