Weathervane or Not, I Am Pretty Good-Looking.

I'll have you know that the titles of these last several posts have been lines from songs by my favorite band. If you simply must know who it is, you ought to take to Google, and quickly. You only have so much time left in your life not to be in love with this band's music. Clock's ticking.

How about this weather, right folks? I mean, hot, cold, which is it? Pick a direction. Here are my rules: if it's cold, there has to be snow. If it's hot, it's not allowed to be hot anymore and must find a different temperature range to be. I'm a simple man with simple tastes and grandiose vision of my abilities to control global climate control. Incidentally, climate change is my fault, and I am sorry but I just have too much homework to deal with it right now. Let me take care of midterms and I'll see what I can do.

Honestly.

Sleepy Sleeping McSleeperson.

Whatever. I don't have anything to say today. I love my job, I love a specific playlist of songs I have developed to work alongside, and I love having savings in my bank account. Tremendously good combination of things. Now I just need to rinse and repeat upon graduation. I'm hoping for under a year.

I'm planning on visiting a certain foreign nation of eastern Balkan geography next summer. My initial plan was to travel for a whole month, and was much more ambitious: I included every country bordering the Adriatic Sea, plus a few others that I added due to tangential interest. Each country got about two or three days in the schedule, I had a train pass to get through almost all of the countries whenever I wanted for a month's time, and I had scheduled a series of cities and hostels to contact.

Luckily my wise father, veteran traveler that he is, spoke some sense into me; I think I just really enjoyed the hypothetical aspect, since I love making extravagant plans, but my hyper-ambition wore off quickly when he reminded me how exhausting it is to travel. I want to make the most out of the trip and out of every country I visit there, so I'm whittling things down to two or three countries only.

Also. I had a great date on Saturday night that went beyond my obscenely reasonable bedtime. I loved it and it was a lot of fun, but Jiminy Cricket if I wasn't just exhausted all yesterday. I slept in and successfully dodged no fewer than five iterations of my alarm. I am not to be woken if I do not wish. The downside to so much compensatory rest yesterday is that I woke up more than an hour earlier than I would have liked this morning. Hopefully I can pull a baby bear tomorrow and fix myself some of my famous porridge of somnolence just right.

My Ore, My Wood, Migraine.

Yesterday was one of those unique days where I come home at the end of the day with a spot of migraine, so I take some medicine and put in some silly-looking earplugs and conk out until the early morning hours. The later morning hours would have been preferable, but I was so wide awake (and thankfully devoid of migraine) that I went to go get groceries before my roommates were even awake.

Skee-wompus: the state of my internal clock as a result.

There is the most obnoxious ad on the radio for McDonald's. I feel it's the only ad they ever play, all day long. It's like I'm being held hostage for my custom; if I get some chicken nuggets, maybe they'll take it off the air. Paying for ad-free radio or appreciating the monetarily-free radio are not valid options.

Cough, Cough, Sneeze, Sniffle.

I just read this quote and I loved it. A brief search for its authorship returned either confusing or disputed results, so I'm just going to quote it and leave the detective work to you, my friends: "Days may smile and may not; but you can smile anytime. Just smile." Note that this is with my own adapted punctuation. I didn't like the original's punctuation the way I found it. If I'm to believe that Unknown truly wrote it, I don't feel so irresponsible changing it to my whims.

It's obviously been quite some time since I've written here. Some highlights of the last month or so involve supernova-inducing stress-related stomachaches, the the breakage or loss and replacement or recovery of nearly all of my electronics, and I made brownies on Monday. They were to take to an activity, but I didn't bring a fork or anything so they stuck to the pan. My compatriots were good sports about it, though.

Can I say, I love this weather? For some reason, the darker, danker, wetter, and more miserable the weather appears, the happier I am. Maybe I'm some kind of meteorological misogynist, where I enjoy watching the weather suffer. I don't know if I'm allowed to use misogyny to refer to ill-will toward anything but women. I feel like I've heard it that way, but then, I may be making that up. That was alliteration a few sentences back, folks. Look it up.

I also love being sick. That's a little bit of a joke. But between this weather and coming down with a cold, I do feel slightly more justified ending my grueling days on the couch covered in blankets watching Netflix and drinking hot chocolate.

That's just fifteen hours away now. Just like the Little Engine that Could, I could get going and chug along all day through arduous adversity, or I could go back to sleep now and wake up when I wake up. I'll let you know my decision when I wake up, I guess.