I woke up this morning to sun shining through my window. My room didn’t feel like an ice box. And when I went outside, it wasn’t thirteen fucking degrees. You know what that means boys and girls: we’ve almost made it to spring.
Now spring has to be my favorite time of the year. The weather isn’t fucking Arctic, but it still isn’t too hot, I can start wearing shorts and boat shoes non-stop, and sleeves are always optional. And to top it off, chicks start wearing sundresses and other warm weather clothes. It’s the perfect culmination.
Warm weather (and spring at TU in general) means I can cancel (yes, cancel, not skip) all my classes, buy a 30 of cheap beer, sit on my balcony, and get rip roaring hammered in the middle of the day, light up the grill, cook some burgers, and just chill. Fuck school, get drunk — it’s the motto of warm weather.
So ladies and gentleman, look out your windows. We’re passed the shit of winter. Enjoy this week, take your spring break, and when you get back, it’s a whole new ball game.
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