Fall-lala-la-la

Fall is the worst season known to man, and be assured, man has known about it for quite some time. It's not just the acorns, and the gathering fuzzy little squirrels, or the whacked- out weather. It's the feel. The cold mornings where you jog down to the kitchen while Listerining and stare at the coffee pot in a confused stupor until you realize again that you're actually awake and not in one of those pre-morning dreams where you dream that you just brushed your teeth. But then you realize that you aren't in the mood for coffee, still swishing away with mouthwash BECAUSE of the mouthwash, and you can't drink orange juice, because eww, mint and orange war in the mouth. So you pull the stale coffee out of the pantry and make yourself a pot and you put honey and milk in it and it's too sweet and then you dash off to school where you promptly fall asleep in calculus because your body just won't let you sleep anymore.

This Fall it's like Summer got out its glock and concrete and took care of that whiny Autumn by throwing it in the Hudson. It's the no let off bow that will eventually break because the finger slips and it shatters into a million pieces, and not pieces of crisp 60 degree weather, but of snow. Or maybe it will never snow. It will just be a million degrees forever and the Fall will fade into brown grass with brown dogs laying brown turds in the lovely little piles of brown leaves you rake up.

And Fall, and running, makes me have these weird cravings. Like for more sleep, and friends, and olives and arts and crafts and college and electronic music which has this weird effect of being both slow and fast at the same time and I feel the need to run on and on and on and on with no commas. But I just wish it would be 30 degrees with a chance of blizzard conditions because I love the feeling cold air makes in your lungs as you run. Like you're being torn inside by multiple lumps of steel wool and it always makes me crave hot chocolate. Basically, I want Summer to end and Winter to begin. Fin.