inside my brain

here is a summary of my thoughts this morning as i trudged through the 2 inches of snow on this blustery morning to go to math class:
"god damn fuck ass shit! i hate snow! ice ahead--don't fall over; you'll look like an idiot...don't fall, don't fall, don't fall, don't fall, don't fall, don't fall. hmm, this isn't even slippery. damnit. snow is blowing into my eyes. fuck. i can't see anything. ass. now my eyes are watering. shit. i can't look up because i can't see anything if i do. my ears are cold. i hate snow. i hate snow. i hate snow. snow is pretty. but, i hate it anyway. i hate snow. i hate snow. i hate snow. i hate snow. fuck, fuck, fuck. coldness. the bridge is really icy. why doesn't anyone ever clear the bridge. it doesn't even look like people have walked on this thing yet. nobody else is going to class. why am i going to class? because we have 4 prs questions in lecture today. prs is stupid. but, it makes me go to class. damn snow. i still can't see a thing. gee, the creek is really high today. i hope the bridge doesn't fall. there are only 2 of us walking on it right now. if the bridge falls, my fingers would be too cold to hold on to the fence. why do i think about this every day? it would be a dramatic way to die. do i want to die? nah. stupid snow. i'm cold. why is it so windy? i hate cold. wow, a fat lady is crossing the street. damn, she's fat. i'll bet she's not cold. i think i'll walk through the parking garage because it won't be windy and i'll be able to see. it's slippery in here. i hope there's nobody under a car waiting to murder me as i walk past. hmm, there are lots of men shoveling over there. HI SMUDGIE!!!!! why are there so many city maintenance men shoveling the walk here? the roads aren't even plowed yet! the snow is blowing in my eyes again. i'm crying again. i hate the winter. but, this coat is cute. and, i like this hat. but, it leaves marks on my forehead. coldness. death. hey, there's a guy shoveling the church sidewalk. i'll bet he's a nice church man. i'll say hi to him. (says hi to nice church man) yay! he was a nice church man. hmm, i should cross the street here. i can't see if any cars are coming. wait, no cars are out because the roads are terrible. i'll just walk. whew, i made it. hmm, this sidewalk is icier than the one on the other side of the street. fucking snow. stop blowing in my eyes!!!! hey, someone else is walking to class! i'm almost downtown, and this is the first other person i've seen. ass. well, high street was easy to cross. that's unusual. fuck. i'll walk up the alley between the church and the library--it won't be as windy. hmm, it's still windy here. i want some coffee. do i have time? oh well, i'm getting it anyway. maybe i'll be late. hah. (enters back door of mountain lair) hmm, there's nobody in here. why do the janitors have to talk to loudly? why is that fat old man sitting in here with his laptop at 8:30 am? the line for coffee is short because nobody is out! yay! i want french vanilla. no, i want irish cream. no, french vanilla. no, irish cream. (orders an irish cream) hmm, she filled this cup very full. it will get on my lid and be ugly. pooey. (leaves montain lair via the front door) hmm, there isn't anyone out here. whoa, they're still clearing the sidewalks! wvu maintenance men, why are you so late?! that snow plowing tractor thing is cool. i want one. hmm, a real snow plow just almost ran over me. maybe i should look before i cross the street more often. that was the first snow plow i've seen. i hope the steps aren't icy. okay, they're not. i'm glad that wvu uses green salt for the sidewalks; it's very springy. my legs are cold. there's armstrong hall. get out of my way! i hate this step."
and, that is what i thought about on the way to school this morning. that's pretty much what i think about most days. love it.