bliumchik | (no subject)

Today is very, very hot. It's one of those spring days that make you shake your fist at Disney for portraying Spring as lah-dee-dah flutterby blooming naturous wonderful LETS COMMUNE WITH TREES AND EXPLODE BLUEBIRDS happy happy world-renewal.

Bitches.

Spring is temperatures rising just high enough to remind you that ~~Hell~~ Summer is on its way, but not high enough to warrant staying home from school in a bucketful of ice-cubes.
Spring is so much humidity that people ask you whether you've spiked your hair, and you look at them funny, and then catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror and walk into a tree.
That reminds me, Spring is trees covered in sap.
Spring is ants.
Spring is wearing as little as you can legally get away with on your way out in the morning, and then being rained on in the afternoon.
Spring is feeling like a nuclear reactor.
Spring is ice-cream melting just that little bit faster than the last time you had some, so you don't expect the glob that plummets wrathfully onto your school uniform, which happens to be brown and show vanilla stains quite prominently.
Spring is possums mating on the roof when you're trying to sleep.
Spring is pollen getting in your face.
Spring is having your feet stepped on by an Asthmatic who can't see where they're going through the tears and the sneezing.
Spring is the flies emerging from their winter hide-aways to kamikaze into your glasses.

Spring definitely does not contain bluebirds. Not even exploding ones, worse luck.