i just had a class that made me hate.
hate what? well, everything. but more specifically postmodernism.
and then i came out and there was snow everywhere. which could have gone either way with me:
option a: YAY! snow! it’s so pretty and quiet because of all the extra surface area. the dog will gambole in the yard, and i’ll sit inside and make some tea and knit when i get home!
option b: F*@K IT’S SNOWING.
i have to say, it went more with option b. but then i got home and my computer decided to play the song captioned in the title which i haven’t heard in a million years, so now i’m feeling more like option b.
(random: friendster’s weird. turns out boys you thought were really cute when you were twelve are HOTT at 28)