dreary

I remember in 9th grade, when I was playing softball in my sports P.E class. And we were outside, like usual, sometime in September/October. Whatever. It was cloudy, and grey, and generally very Seattle-ish. I turned to a friend of mine and said that it was "particularly dreary" and I wished that we were inside playing never ending dodgeball instead. He just blankly looked at me, and asked me to define the word. Oh, sad day, when people don't know what I'm saying. It probably happens often, though I doubt that now it's because of vocabulary, rather, instead due to the fact that my brain is not really good at keeping to a single subject, and I quote rather obscure things that only Rae seems to understand.

So, apparently it's snowing, or was snowing, over in WA. Which is strange, because today it looks like I'm in Seattle. However, I am starting to like today. It's not yet noon, and I feel accomplished already. I love having morning classes because I feel so on top of things. Except for the fact that I don't sleep, and I'm always uber tired, they're great! Haha. I think the reason that I never liked the weather in Seattle was because of my mindset, not because it actually is all that bad. I don't mind it so much anymore, because I'm happy regardless. How fantastic is that.

I have french in like half an hour. I had to come back to my dorm to finish up my homework, but it seriously took like five minutes. Mondays are long. But then again, most days are. Yet they go by quickly, unlike the 5 straight minutes of ab workout I did last night, which felt like an eternity. I hate planks.