"When I stepped out into the bright sunlight..." my face almost melted off because it was so flipping hot. Which would be okay except for the fact that it's Mid-Septemberand it's FALL! Don't get me wrong, I love warm weather as much as the next basic white girl but during the summer when I have time to enjoy it! It's no fun now! I can't swim or tan, there is no basking in the vitamin D or enjoying a vacation. It's freezing our butts off in classes and then sweating buckets on the way back to our dorms. All I want is a decent fall breeze, to wear a freakin' sweater and drink a hot PSL on my porch and be comfortable! But NO. I blame you for this Alabama. The transition from a southern summer to a southern fall is a lot like:

1. Beginning of September

Full of hope and promise. I mean September just screams fall. There are like three leaves on the ground and we're pulling out our sweaters and jeans, making sure they're readily available for when the cool weather comes. Not too much longer now... right?

2. Mid-September

Okay it's official, it's really fall. It should be at least 80 degrees outside (and even that isn't satisfactory) so why do I feel like I'm going to die? Probably because I'm wearing jeans in an effort to convince myself that it's cold outside.

3. Beginning Of October

It should definitely be chilly right now. No one should have to put up Halloween decorations in summer weather.

4. Mid/End Of October

Was that a breeze? Probably not. I should be cold in my Halloween costume. Am I nuts because I actually wish that I was shivering right now?

5. Beginning of November

Yesterday it was hot, today I am a small-girl-shaped-popsicle. This is the definition of southern weather. Excuse me while I prepare for the onslaught of sniffles, coughing, and germs that will be my life in the upcoming weeks.

Honestly, it doesn't really get cold until January. Not regularly at least. From November until the start of the year it will flipflop from unseasonably warm to uncomfortably cold and back again until all of us are sick and miserable and ready for it to be summer again - because that is the ONLY season you can rely on. As a southerner, I can attest that we'll complain when it's hot and then when it's cold we'll complain that it's too cold. We can't be pleased. However I do wish that my October birthday party could be a hayride instead of a pool party.