Warm weather always makes things better. It’s pretty accurate to say that holing me up in winter for too many months freezes up some bitterness within me, and it takes a good few days of sunshine to let it all out.
I guess sometimes you just can’t be too picky and have to take things as they come. I’m not too disappointed about next year’s housing assignment anymore (even though the fifth floor will be my death), I’ve finally registered for summer courses and almost all of my fall classes, I got myself a campus job for the fall semester doing something fun, I’m six days away from summer, pollen isn’t too bad anymore, and I’m waiting on a Hawaiian pizza. Why waste time complaining when there’s so much life to live?