5 seasons

So I and someone who I wont cite have decided that there are really five seasons. Obv Spring, Summer Fall and Winter is misunderstood. A lot of people say they hate winter that it is depressing. But real winter is first snow, Christmas, New Years Eve, 10 days off school and hot cocoa. Winter ends after epiphany or my sister and valedictorian's birthday and the season of shit begins. January February and early March are my least favorite time ever. I have no drive or energy to do any of the things that make me happy. It's cold. So as pretty as it is outside you can't enjoy it. Everything is closed at like 4 30 and hanging out space is limited to movie theaters and cars. When you step out of these cars you will need to immediatly pull your shirt down, it well have definitely rode up and your pants will deff be low cut because it is 2009 and muffin tops are the new hour glass figure and for 20 seconds your hips will freeze. Hating winter is cliche' but it is pretty realistic and I don't hate winter, just this shit season. Supposedly it is in vogue to hate spring, T S Elliot and that artist guy in Death in Venice which I sparknoted and cannot elaborate on. April is not the cruelest month April was kickass. I got flowers put in my hair frolicked through Poughkeepsie and accomplished nothing.