Ah Spring...

Beautiful weather lately, but nature is a tricky bugger. Apparently, it was 17(!) degrees yesterday, so I thought, "Perfect sandal weather! Sw33t!" and pranced off in my Tevas and went for lunch with Wendy (Ug. Waffles delish, but so very guilt-inducing) at Ban Righ. Half an hour later, I look out the window and it's raining cats and dogs and bison. Sandals soaked, toes gritty, pants dripping from the ankles down.

So, yeah. Wet day. You might be thinking, "Good gravy, Batman! This girl just wrote a pointless whiny ramble about rainy weather! How pathetic can you get!" Well, I ask you this, Mr. Sarcastic Pants (Ooo...I want sarcastic pants! Good for debates and fits of angsty teenage rebellion) What's more pathetic: a penguin wearing a blue pinstripe suit or the fool that tailored it?

Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a calculus test to fail and some angry sandworms to thwart.

In other words, nothing of interest has happened this week, except for the usual assignment cramming and Sharescan trawling. Therefore, Hoyan has nothing better to write about than the weather, penguins and obscure Dune references. Mmm...spice...