…..And We’re Back

“Spring” semester. It’s not spring. It’s cold and wet and winter. One thing you should know about me: I hate the cold. I hate snow. I hate the gross combination of snow and rain and slush, or “wintery mix” as weather stations call it. I hate ice.  It has me questioning why I go to school in Albany. My mom tells me not to complain because it’s January in New York, it’s to be accepted. That doesn’t mean I can’t hate it.

I spent the first seven years on my life outside of Buffalo, NY. Winter’s in Buffalo are gross. My family lives in Syracuse, winter in Syracuse is especially gross.

I know people who LOVE the winter. Then again most of these people are skiers and snowboarders and such. Me? My favorite winter activity is curling up with my snuggie (it’s a Saint Rose snuggie) and hot chocolate and watching Netflix (currently watching Bones.) Side note: I came very close to wearing my snuggie to class yesterday.

I have a theory that if I listen to enough songs about sunshine, and wear my sunglasses 24/7, warm weather and sunshine will come sooner. I don’t think it’ll work, but it’s worth a shot.

If I was back home in Poughkeepsie, I just might be complaining less.

  • First off: It’s approximately three degrees warmer.
  • Second: I have a heated mattress pad and whoever came up with that idea deserves to win all the awards.
  • Third:  Our fireplace. My family uses it, a lot, and it gets very warm and I love it.
  • Fourth: my cats, because cats make everything better.

However, there is also the problem of things that make Poughkeepsie worse than Albany:

  • Snoring. My dad snores so loud and it’s terrible, it shakes the house.
  • That’s really all I can think off but it’s a big deal.
If I photoshop my brother in....

If I photoshop my brother in this would be my whole family

Bottom line: it’s winter, in New York, and we’re all just going to have to deal with it however we see fit.

Bottom line number two: I miss my cat, always (just the one, the other one hates me).

“No winter lasts forever; no spring skips its turn.Hal Borland

Until next time,
Anne Marie

What do you think?