that yella devil

I wake up and I look around. I get that excited feeling that you get in the middle of winter, that maybe you'll look out the window and see the ground covered in snow. I eagerly head to the window. Huh, it sure doesn't FEEL like winter. I carefully hold open the slants in my blinds, and I look outside, and sure enough, the ground is covered. In POLLEN.

That's right. It's spring. Which, in Georgia, means 80-degree weather and an inch of pollen everywhere. Cars are yellow. Grass is yellow. My FEET turned yellow after being outside for two minutes. I looked jaundiced. AHH!

I hate warm weather.

And I hate tests.
And quizzes.
And graphing.
And exponents.
And conjugating verbs.
And memorizing vocabulary.
And memorizing parts of speech.
And reading about Hitler, because it always gives me nightmares.

Last night I had a dream that I took SDFFII and JCM out of their tank and put them in a pan with some kind of cream mixture and fried them. They stayed whole the entire time, and when they were cooked, my dad ate them. He actually broke SDFFII apart and ate him, though. The whole time, I was sad, but a little relieved. See, I only got Jagger because I thought SDFFII would really enjoy having a new playmate in his big new tank. But now that SDFFII's gone, it's like I don't really care about Jagger. I actually wish I didn't have him. I still take care of him (I wouldn't torture a living thing), but still.

I should probably go do...something else.