Are you aware that March 4th is the only day of the year that gives you a command?
Think about it.
But I digress, quite aware that we're further into March than the aforementioned date. Missouri is breaking free from Winter and just a few days ago it was warm enough to comfortably wear shorts and a tanktop. I was out of my uniform only minutes after the last bell of the school day and dancing around outside barefoot with a few good friends, completely ecstatic at the wonderful weather. For the rest of the evening a friend and I drove around town with the windows down, playing dance music obnoxiously loud. It was a breath of fresh air, like we were finally free to do more than sit inside all day and wait for the snow to go away. I hate Winters in the Midwest, they always last too long in my opinion and they make me feel trapped. In a way, when the weather warms up so do my moods. It's funny how cold, gray days can make a dreary and antisocial person out of me.
So, with all of the lovely occurances this week has brought I guess you could reason that life has been fairly good to me.
Wrong.
Tragedy scraped its black hands across my life last night. It brought me to the realization that
I...
Am allergic to Nutella......
Curse thee peanut allergies! Curse thee!
I almost cried when I saw rashes on my arms.
Suppose it's time I find another spread to obssess over.
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