But Then...

So for the past few weeks, I'm afraid I don't know what has gotten into me.  I swear, every day I find myself wishing for this one thing that I've never wished for before.  It still blows my mind that I want it.  In fact, I'm pretty sure I'm so confused as to why I would want it that it gives me a headache.  Or maybe that's just because I haven't been eating my meals very consistently. One can never be too sure about that one...

Anyway, about this thing.  Are you ready to hear what it is?  Because I'm pretty sure I keep putting off telling you because I'm not ready to reveal this to you.  Alright.  Here it is:

For the past few weeks, I have been wishing quite regularly for...

snow.

WHAT?!???!?!!!!?!!?!?!!

I know, right?  What has gotten into me?  Maybe there's a small winter creature living inside my head telling me to wish for winter while simultaneous digging its little claws into my brain? (that would explain the headaches...) I don't know...I really don't know.  Maybe I've been eyeing my beanies lately, hoping to be able to wear them soon?

Seriously though, I'm stumped.  But still, that little voice in my head (oh good, now we're talking about voices in my head...we can now circle insanity on the list of possible reasons for my current predicament) keeps telling me that I'm excited for winter.  And so, a few days ago, I just accepted it.  As ridiculous as it might sound, I accepted the fact that I'm stoked for winter. I'm excited to wear all my cute warm clothes and drink hot chocolate and see the Christmas lights and watch the snow drifting toward the ground so prettily.  Everything looks so perfect when it is covered in a fresh coat of snow and I can't help but think about how awesome it will be when winter is here.

But then...

I was walking home from the library yesterday at 10:45 pm (shout-out to myself for getting out of the library before 11 pm for the first time this week...did I mention how I have no friends?) and noticed that it was a bit chilly.  Granted, I was wearing my flip flops (you know, the ones with the big hole in them that people are always telling me should not be worn in public--but what do they know, right?), my badminton shorts (yes, badminton shorts), a t-shirt and a light jacket.

So I mean, yeah, maybe I could have been better prepared, but because I was wearing such an awesome outfit, I was reminded of something on that walk home.  It was chilly.  And in Utah, chilly quickly turns into cold and then cold rapidly turns into freezing and then I'm trying to locate my nose because I'm pretty sure it fell off half a mile back.

Then I remember how awesome it is to walk to work at 7:20 in the morning when it is TWO DEGREES outside and there's a fresh layer of snow that hasn't been shoveled yet and I just so happen to be one of the first five people to walk through it so it makes that sound when you step on it--you know, the one that gives you the same feeling as when you squeeze a cotton ball--or I'm slipping and sliding on the stuff that was once snow but is now very slippery ice and I'm thinking to myself, oh yeah.  I just remembered why I kept wishing for winter.  I think it had something to do with the fact that the aforementioned monster creature was clawing at my eyeballs and wouldn't stop until I told him I was super stoked for winter. Duh.

How could I have forgotten?

So, I don't know.  I think I'm just confused.

Mostly I think the winter creatures need to get out of my life so I can stop thinking about the weather and focus on more important things.

Like buying winter clothes.