It's still September for crying out loud!

For those of you who may not know: I hate winter. More specifically, I hate the snow. I know, I know, people always tell me: "it's beautiful, it's clean, it's pure, blah, blah, blah." Really though? Winter means snow - snow means ice - ice plus my complete lack of stability/balance means that I fall down a lot. Seriously, I have trouble walking across carpet. Barefooted. No, really. I run into walls - often. Not to mention the other stumbling around and general slamming into things that is a daily occurrence. Put me in shoes and on ice and tell me I have to walk a half mile uphill to school everyday, and all I see lurking on my sinister horizon is ultimate disaster and humiliation, not to mention the bruises.

Now, not to be a total Bitter Betty(that's for you, Kaila), there are some things I kind of like about winter. Namely, scarves, fires, cute coats and hats, electric blankets, hot cocoa and tea, etc. Basically, I like the idea of winter, I just hate actually having to be outside so much when its freezing.

That being said, for the past few months, I have been living in a blissful world where winter doesn't exist. Anytime anyone mentions snow, ice, or winter, I usually ignore them and remind myself that there is no such thing as winter. You see, if I were to let myself dwell on the fact that Provo will soon be covered in treacherous snow, I would probably be curled up sobbing somewhere. Therefore, I'm much happier living in complete denial.

Last night, my roommate informed me that the news reported that it would be colder this week. I made a snarky comment and quickly pushed the thought from my mind. This morning, I got up late, threw on my usual capris, t-shirt and flip-flops and headed out the door to school with my hair still wet and pushed up into a mass of curls at the back of my head. It was fifty-five degrees out. Fifty-five. In Arizona weather, that's like negative twenty. But did I go back for a sweater? Of course not, sheer stubbornness forbade it. I practically jogged to school to keep from freezing and arrived unable to feel my fingers. It is now nearly noon and according to weather.com, it is a sunny fifty-seven degrees with an expected high of sixty-four. The sun is out and shining, but the traitor is creating no warmth, no pleasing rays, nothing but light. I'm freezing.

I think I may have to face the facts that winter is indeed coming, and actually dress for it tomorrow. It's still September, I should be able to wear capris and a t-shirt. Heck, in Arizona, I'd still be sweating in this outfit. I thought I would at least have until mid-October before I began freezing, but sadly it isn't looking like it.

Point being, if I catch pneumonia and die from dressing like this when its in the fifties, I want it to be known that the cause of death was not stupidity, but rather, sheer undiluted stubbornness. Also, the fact that my blood is 100% Arizonan.