It doesn’t look like this outside.
Nope. No way.
It looks more like this: rainy, but warm.
Actually, to be truly honest with you, it’s nice and sunshiny. Fall, admittedly, but more like Indian summer.
Actually, it’s earlier than that. It’s summertime.
I’m taking pictures of my friends acting like we’re about ten years younger.
And I’m acting like my vivacious, crazy self at my friend Maria’s grad party.
There is no way in the universe that it’s actually February, we just got, um, blessed with about four inches of snow, that I’m up late, or that I have to get up early tomorrow because I’m a full time student with an eleven o’clock Wednesday class.