The Importance of Absurdity
Thursday, March 13, 2003
 
I would just like to say that I love spring. I hate poems about spring, but I love spring in and of itself. 'Course, I say that right before every season starts. Fall is Chapel season. Winter is Cameron season. Spring however, is the gardens season. Duke doesn't have a summer season. Or maybe it's East Campus season. Or 9th Street season. One of those. And fall is the calming season, winter's the unnerving season, but spring is the exciting season. Everyone comes alive in spring. I make more friends during springtime than I do during the rest of the year. I mean, I already made a new friend today and it's hardly spring. New friends are fun by the way. The retarded part about spring though is that all the girls decide they need to show skin. Their stomachs, shoulders and legs have been covered all winter and you'd think they all plan the first day they wear their short skirts and skimpy tops. But luckily, the non-athletes will realize they're pale and flabby and cover up again for a little while.
The bad thing about spring? The air's no good. Summer and fall air is very good. But spring air's too thick. Yuck.