I was going to complain about the weather like the weak Californian that I am. How it should not be pouring rain, windy, and forty degrees. How I should not have to wear my wool pea coat in the middle of May. How sad I have been for not seeing the sun for days. How I hate getting the bottom of my jeans soaking wet.
But then I read how an earthquake strikes China and kills 10,000 people. And I feel completely ashamed of myself for freaking out about the cold. And even if there was not a natural disaster, I still should know better than complaining. Finals has made me more whiny that I like to be, so it's time to snap back out of that mindset officially starting now.