Another three-day weekend, another large snowfall. It seems that Mother Nature feels like we should be spending our free weekends hibernating, as opposed to being out at the pubs. And guess what - the weathermens are forecasting snow for next weekend also. Thanks, Mother Nature, for ruining my January.

Also - it’s, like, 1° outside, and the wind chill is -7°. Too fucking cold, dude. For serious.

I spent most of the holiday in front of my tv watching the Top Chef marathon on Bravo, which is the worst way I could’ve spent the day, as I ended up stuffing my face like a gluttonous piggy. All that strange food they were cooking made me hungry, even though I wasn’t actually hungry. Even when they were cooking with sweetbreads and pig’s feet and cow brain, I still wanted to devour those dishes one by one. And then have Marcel for dessert. Yummy.

I seriously don’t want to go to work tomorrow. Maybe I should use up some of that vacation time soon. I need a break from that shithole. As well as some motivation to study for the GRE.

If a boy doesn’t call when he says that he will call, should you assume that he hates you?… My brain really needs to stop thinking. *headdesk*