Earlier this week, I stepped outside to a gorgeous, sunny, 60-degree day—the weather I've anticipated the second the first snowflake fell...60 degrees and sunny this early in March?...in Buffalo? I'll take it. Then it hit me —oh s**t, it's spring already?! As a professional procrastinator, complete panic set in as a few thoughts began to consume me:
1. Spring has sprung. My fit body, on the other hand, has not.
What happened to a nice gradual introduction into the warm weather? At least a little warning so I can start toning up these arms. Warm weather only means one thing—no more long puffer coats—no more "body-shielders." No more hiding behind hoodies or attempting to camouflage that double-chin with a scarf. Hibernation season is over. Unless you plan on profusely sweating, it's all out in the open from here on out—complete body exposal. I probably shouldn't have inhaled an entire sleeve of Girl Scout cookies last week.
If I start hitting the gym every day from now on, I should be good for summer, right?
2. Wait, 60 degrees...does this mean I have to start...shaving?
It's not shorts weather yet. I can probably get away with just the lower half of my legs.
3. Do I even own any cute spring clothes?
Looks like I can't continue hiding the classic "homeless" look under my jacket anymore. I guess I should start trying a little harder and go shopping.
4. Wasn't I supposed to get involved this semester?
Halfway through the semester, it's probably too late to join a club anyway...oh well. I'll pull it together next year.
5. Warm weather...summer...summer internship. Oh crap.
Dear God, I hope it's not too late to apply. Without that club, my resume is in need of some serious help.
6. We're approaching summer, and I'm still single.
Summer is in less than three months. Should I re-download Tinder? It'd be nice to have someone to do cute summer activities with. I'm not sure how another summer of "me, myself and I" will go. Probably something like this...
7. I. Don't. Have. Any. Time.
How am I supposed to manage going to school every day, working out, finding time to go shopping, applying for an internship, scoring a boyfriend, and shaving my legs all in less than three months? At this rate, I'm considering abandoning human life and joining the goat man.
Someone go tell the groundhog to go back in his hole. I'm clearly not prepared for an early spring.
