'Deck the Halls With Boughs of-' Oh, Shut Up.

We want winter! We want winter! Oh, hello, didn't see you there. I was just picketing outside old lady Summer's embassy. Apparently, she kidnapped Winter and took over all the seasons (for the record- Spring and Fall never existed. They were absorbed while in the womb. Summer is the strongest of all. Winter barely made it out.) Winter is supposed to be snow, cold, Christmas, coughmybirthdaycough, festive moods, reviewing the year, and welcoming in the new one. Winter is a time of frolicking in the snow and toasting before a fire. NOT DANCING IN THE SAND AND ROASTING MARSHMALLOWS ON THE BEACH! This is what I call nonsensicality. It makes no sense! It's like wearing Uggs in the summer. As you can see, I feel very passionately about this topic.


My brother is coming to visit me for the... fourth time this year. Holy crap, I love you and all, sibling, but it's time to let me have a turn! I'm trying to get my parents to let me go to Canada for two weeks in the spring. My brother gets to come here four times, tour Egypt, Kuwait, and Jordan, then return to Canaduh. I, on the other hand, patiently wait until his visits build up then POUNCE on the right opportunity to ask my parents. A no is not necessarily inevitable after I show them my grades, right? Tactics, people. They work.

So my brother and I are pretty similar people. It's almost like we're the same person sometimes. This morning I opened my Politics book, and none other than a glamorous 20 KD note falls out. Literally seconds later, my brother BBMs me that he opened his Stats book and a 20 CD note falls out. Tell me that's not magical! Similarly, we both have the same photo of our parents as our phone backgrounds without planning. We also have the same answers on surveys more often than not. It's cool having some connection with your sibling, even if you're not very close emotionally, it's fun to be close mentally.