Hooper

The weather is terrible. I am sick of the cold and the drear and the snow and the rain. I want Spring. And I want a real summer this year-- not like the past two mild, foggy excuses for a summer that we've had the past two years with only a few warm days. Now that I have effectively proven that I can abuse grammar . . . February is the worst month. April is not the cruelest month-- it is February. The weather is not the only thing that punishes-- all the bad things that could ever happen do so in February. Perhaps it only seems worse because of the depressing weather, but I believe that the worst occurrences are saved for February.

A combination of the weather and this head and chest cold are making me less than productive. All I want to do is sleep. Never good.I have dishes to do, summaries to write, laundry to wash and editing to do on the screenplay. And vacuuming. Blah. I need a law job again so that I can hire a maid. Now to watch my tape of tonight's _Gilmore Girls_ and do a few summaries before I go to sleep.

Hooper Writings, Thoughts and Happenings I was born in the late 1970s. I grew up in West Virginia, went to five different schools for undergraduate in three different states, finishing at the University of Pittsburgh. I had obtained degrees in English Literature and Film Studies, and had satisfied or nearly satisfied requirements for a multitude of minors. Then, upon realizing that I would need a day job in order to be able to chase my dreams in these two fields, I chose to go to law school. I am out of law school now. I live in Pennsylvania now. To know the rest you'll have to read on a bit.
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Previous Entry :: Next Entry Mood: Grumpy Read/Post Comments (0) Share on Facebook		2005-02-22 10:51 PM Is It Spring Yet? The weather is terrible. I am sick of the cold and the drear and the snow and the rain. I want Spring. And I want a real summer this year-- not like the past two mild, foggy excuses for a summer that we've had the past two years with only a few warm days. Now that I have effectively proven that I can abuse grammar . . . February is the worst month. April is not the cruelest month-- it is February. The weather is not the only thing that punishes-- all the bad things that could ever happen do so in February. Perhaps it only seems worse because of the depressing weather, but I believe that the worst occurrences are saved for February. A combination of the weather and this head and chest cold are making me less than productive. All I want to do is sleep. Never good.I have dishes to do, summaries to write, laundry to wash and editing to do on the screenplay. And vacuuming. Blah. I need a law job again so that I can hire a maid. Now to watch my tape of tonight's _Gilmore Girls_ and do a few summaries before I go to sleep. Read/Post Comments (0) Previous Entry :: Next Entry Back to Top