Contemplating Summer in the Rain

I've always been a fan of rain, but after what seems like almost two weeks of rain or threats of it, I'm starting to wish for one of those genuinely hot summer days. I tend to get headaches before or when it rains (one of those lovely inherited traits via my mom's family) so it's been a tad on the annoying side lately. The rain makes me want to stay at home, curled up with hot chocolate and a nice book, but the MCAT looming soon means that the nice book will probably be my MCAT review guide, ick.

We've been out of school for almost a month, but I still feel like I just got out. I haven't been productive at all, haven't done any of the nice summery things I wanted to do before I had to study and work, it makes me feel sort of panicked. Even though they're little things, afternoon bowling, friend-catching-up, a day at the museum, I wish I'd tackled at least some of them by now. I miss seeing everybody, both in Boulder and here. It makes me feel as though I crawled into a cave and I lost my flashlight, and everyone is all congregating without me :(
But no matter. It's weird to think about how grown up we all are, spread out on both sides of the country and out of it, at work at fancy jobs. I can't even remember those high school summers anymore, where no one worked, maybe a small volunteering job a couple days a week, and the rest was left up to lazing away. I guess it's time to stop wishing and start looking for my flashlight. After all, with some time management, there is still plenty of time left.

Changing Seasons

Everyone always feels like Colorado has crazy weather, and I have to agree, but I feel like it's kind of like that no matter where you are sometimes. I remember in Calgary it snowed once in the summer, and then melted quickly the next day, much like what happened last Thursday. It was actually quite beautiful, the rapid melting of snow that resulted in smoke/fog rising from the road. It was quite fun to drive around in it.
There aren't really seasons anymore, I feel like, or at least no more transitions from one to the next. It melds into something more like two: hot, dry summer/spring-ish, and then cold, semi-wet fall/winter, although spring can definitely be more like the winter, like it is now. I feel like my feelings kind of follow the seasons, having no borders and they just...change. And I always feel much happier when the sun's out, like nothing can go wrong on a sunny day. Too bad it's not always sunny.