Fucking Snow

Monday, December 1st. Is that or is that not the most depressing date you could possibly imagine? It is.
First of all, its a Monday, which is just complete shit, as always. Secondly, its December. Nobody likes December. I'm not talking about Christmas, becuase of course everyone likes Christmas...unless you dont, which is fine too. I mean December 1st through like the 20th. It's miserable. You've been putting up with the cold for a month and you're already getting sick of it, and then it comes. The giant knee to the groin of the Northeast...snow.
I should be ashamed of myself for hating snow, but I do. I don't ski, not after the horrible incidents of winter '02 which are never spoken of or remembered. I don't like snowball fights becuase I'm a girl and I don't like getting hurt. I occasionally go sledding, but some amount of alcohol is involved, so its not fair to say I like that very much on its own either. There's seriously nothing good about snow. Sorry I lied, snowdays are the good thing about snow; but that's not enough to keep me happy.
Also, the snow sucks because that last strand of fun you've been holding onto, that last whim of summer you've tried so hard to keep...that's frozen over like, something frozen.
I'm being a baby, I know. I realize that one cannot spend all their time thinking about camp. At some point it becomes sad and unreasonable. I've just realized that I'm not even half way through this school year. I've only made it through three months, which seemed to take a million years, and I still have six to go before I get to be at camp again.
It's a sad life I lead. It truly is.
Someday there will be tragic operas written for my life.
Maybe Kayla could star in it.