of course.

Yankees

On Sunday, I went into the city with a bunch of people for the Yankees/Angels game. I was really excited because it was my first Yankees game, as well as my first MLB game, plus I got to see the new stadium. It was overcast as we left Poughkeepsie, but as our train got farther south, it started to rain, and when we arrived in Harlem, it was pouring. The game was called an hour after its scheduled start time. I was disappointed, but I still got to see the stadium, and I still get to see another game within a year since ours was rained out.

seasonal anxiety

I usually hate spring. I don’t know why, but something about the snow melting and the ground thawing and the trees budding does not appeal to me. I’m a fall and winter kind of girl, so the transition into warmer weather is always hard for me. Since coming to college, the anxiety of spring has grown significantly, knowing that each time the weather gets warmer, another year is over and I’m one step closer to the real world.

I try to stall the season change as long as I can – I won’t wear shorts until it’s at least 70 degrees out, I picket against the wearing of sandals (although that’s a whole other story,) I refuse to do outdoor-related activities and get very sanctimonious about not participating, etc.

So someone please explain to me why this year I want the weather to get warmer. Maybe it’s the deluge of snow we’ve received in the past month and a half; maybe it’s the fact that for a few weeks it was never higher than 20 degrees outside; maybe it’s because I’m off to the Dominican Republic in less than a month…I honestly don’t know. All I know is that I just spent the past 75 minutes of my World Religions class staring out the window at Route 9, wishing the snow would melt and I can retire my North Face for the season.

It’s funny, because I shouldn’t want spring to come this year. Not only does it signal the end of another academic year, it signals the end of my academic career. The dreaded g-word is 100 days away, (thanks for that terrifying email, Career Services!) so I should be wishing for an arctic blast of winter to prolong the inevitable.

Who knows, but maybe I’ll be less sanctimonious this year about outdoor events : )

pardon the interruption.

Blogging will resume once my life becomes normal(ish) again. Adjusting to a new schedule/new semester/never wanting to leave the house because it’s so cold/many other trials and tribulations of life as a 21 year old female has left me with no desire to blog right now.

rant & rave of the day 1/16/09

Rant: It’s 4 degrees outside. It hasn’t been warmer than 20 degrees in the last week. It’s currently warmer in Alaska than it is in Connecticut.

Rave: Chesley B. “Sully” Sullenberger, pilot of US Airways flight 1549. I really hate flying, but knowing there are people like Sully in the cockpit make me feel just a little bit better.