Sonny Really Does Not Belong In The South Sign #47 : I laughed at the people walking to class today all bundled up like they were expecting a massive frozen mad storm. Like, these people are strutting about in giant freaking PARKAS, gloves, ski caps, and probably thermal underwear like there is no tomorrow.
Me? I just wear my swearter, suede jacket, and I grin like a fool because I love the cool weather.
Now, if I were in, say Chicago, NYC, or somewhere else where the cold weather was bitterly ooky, then I might have a different theory about the lack of warmth. But, as it is...eh. Whatever.