Umbrellical Cord

The weather here is tellement degulas; raining, cold and WINDY a trifecta of miserableness. My umbrella flipped inside out several times on the way to school compacting my rage towards the elements. It's so funny that every year when winter and bad weather comes I always find myself shocked, as if it wasn't this bad last year. In reality it WAS just as disgustingly freezing last year, but my brain forgets the hardship in order to justify the fact that I still live here. That's kind of like what happens when a woman gives birth; it's a horrible and painful process, but she has to forget just how bad it truly was in order to do it again...or in my mom's case, not do it again; *moment of silence for solitude*.

This is mein kampf, my struggle.

In other disparaging news I have had a mild epiphany: Wearing pink pinstripped flannel jammies to bed is no longer cute at this age, frankly it makes me resemble Cathy, which is sad. Hey at least she's not a spinster, thanks to here "widely" publicized nuptials last year.