When hell freezes over.
Remember a few months ago when I was all “Whee welcome autumn yay woo dance party”?
Yeah, well let’s rewind and give that state of mind a plane ticket to hell.
It’s not even autumn yet- not properly. However, ignoring this fact, my body has clearly chosen the path of the straight, narrow and infected by cursing me with a cruddy immune system and a common cold.
In fact, that’s also something else I find annoying- it’s a common cold. Not a unique cold. Not a special cold. The Hipsters are rolling in their 100% organic cotton sheets as they realise that their immune system clearly doesn’t support their quest for individuality.
I’ve been back in education for eight weeks now and it sucks. My days have been a cycle of dark shadows and procrastination, eventually leading up to my exam resit next week (of which I have done no revision for, but we don’t talk about that). My skin has become paler than paper and you can see the veins in my eyelids, complete with chapped lips and a large puffy coat.
Male species- get in line.
I can’t help but feel as though this is all going to boil down to something. The twenty one hour days, the three hour naps, the fifty minutes of revising (reading fanfiction), the two minutes of brushing my hair, the hours of stressing and ranting and typing. It’s like one day I might just fall asleep and wake up five months later, refreshed and clear headed and mathematically minded.
I think there’s a phrase for that actually- hibernation. It actually sounds pretty brilliant.
There are scarves and Starbucks and stars. There is snow and silliness and foggy sighs. It snowed last night, actually, too light to settle into thick layers that compress under your boots, but it was snow nonetheless. I opened the door and shouted for my brother, savouring the startled noise and the urgency in which we ran outside. We laughed like hysterical children and rejoiced over the fact that maybe, maybe we would have a white Christmas with closed schools and twinkly lights and stupid themed films that we’ll watch because we have nothing else to do.
Then the snow faded, and this morning we acted as though nothing happened and looked at the green with despair.