Friday, April 15, 2011

Dear snow in April,

I mean this as kindly as I possibly can, but no one wants you here. I mean really, go away. Leave, get out. I know it's tax day or whatever, but no! You better be gone in the morning.

Although, if you aren't gone, then I have company on the bus in the morning.

Next week is going to be interesting. It's pretty hard to jump from show mode to full-on study mode. My finals this year are bizarre.

Okay, I have to be awake at 7 tomorrow. A Saturday. I should go to bed now.


love,
hannah

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