We all know December is like.. the Friday, the month we've been waiting for. Decorations and seven feet tall trees for happy perfect families, the Starbucks catalog and ugly sweaters for grungy hipsters, and a week sick of too many candy canes for me.
But.. November man.. It's like an anti climax for everything. There's Thanksgiving and Hanukkah which is like.. food day.
Yet it lasts very short, while Halloween lasts a month and so does Christmas with the bonus of New Years. And the weather is shittier than ever. It's like the weather is PMSing, deciding whether it should be pretty and autumny, snowy, rainy, humid, unusually hot, or maybe even typhooning.
God damnit November.
Although.. I must give you minimum credit for letting me have a week off of school. In that case, I love you November, just for a week. A week for the rest of my short-lived high school life.
I cannot wait to drive up to the mountains and fart around in the snow though, It's M and mine's favorite thing. She lives up in those mountains so she knows where it's completely isolated. So we share this nostalgic moment in the snow with dead trees all around and a foggy sky.
UGGGGHHHH now I'm missing it even more.