Favorite...... um..... Weather!

Okay, my blog title is a little misleading... this weather is so not anywhere near my favorite. I don't even know how I'm staying alive. It's totally depressing! Cold is Bad. Warm is Good. That is my mantra. Maybe if I chant that to myself enough it will be warm again. Or maybe I should write a letter to the weather. There we go! That's sure to help.

Dear Weather,

It's been spring for 13 days now and honestly, you wouldn't know it. It is not in any way kind of you to tease us with warmth and sunshine and flowers and then pull it away just when some of us are starting to crawl out of our yearly depression. So I suggest you change because honestly, no one likes you right now. It would be very much appreciated if you would turn your life around and realize that winter only belongs for the week before Christmas, the week of Christmas and the week after (Which also encompasses New Year's) then, it's time for warmth and sunshine and flowers and shorts and flip flops and wonderful happy things like that.  

Hoping you decide to take a better, more righteous, encouraging and uplifting path,

Katia

How do you like that? I think that will inspire change, for sure. Also, who decided that I needed to be cold for those holidays? Doesn't that make the poor friendless, family-less, loveless people even more depressed? Poor people. I try to make them feel better by re-gifting the presents I get from my stalkers but they're never grateful. I don't get it. Who wouldn't want a framed, decorated, personalized picture of MOI????

oh my creepy.

There is this person. I don't even think it's legal to call him that. . . In my Health class. Trust me, that class is obscene enough as it is. He actually likes talking about nasty things. . . like really gross things that I don't even want to think about. Worst part is I know he has like 50 kids so who even knows how far from the plan he's strayed and how many wives he has???????

EW. 

So here's my story. I was sitting in class -early as usual- waiting for my professor (such a sad name for a woman :'( oh well) and in walks creepoid of the century. He's seriously got no personal hygiene at all and I could smell him from the opposite end of Texas. Anyway, I am looking amazing (like you expected anything less) with my modest mini pencil skirt and 3" high black patent Kate Spade karolina heels and sheer shirt (with a modest tank underneath) just sitting there reading my health textbook —you didn't fall for that did you?— and he decides that he is allowed to sit in my square. Now I have a square. The 2 seats forward, behind and next to me on both sides including diagonals are only filled by my potentials. EVERYONE knows that. You have to be invited (with personal stationary) to sit in my square. So, being the kind and gracious person that I am I got up as gracefully as I could and moved the square. Creepo followed me. That is not acceptable. 

It gets worse. He then sits in the desk next to mine and starts trying to talk to me. I told in no uncertain terms was he ever to approach the square or even the square OUTSIDE the square and that I didn't ever want to hear his pre-pubescent voice ever again. I then decided to use some of the charity that I am trying so hard to develop in RS and gave him some anti-bacterial soap to take care of the slime that coats his skin and then some karma soap from Lush just so he wouldn't forget that my charity would someday come back to me (and so that he could actually smell like he wouldn't curl somebody's nose hairs...) ;) 

He looked so dejected but I know inside that he was thankful for my generosity and advice.