What in the world is with this disgustingly depressing weather? If the nearing of finals wasn’t enough doom and gloom, we have to come to school under this ugly gray blob of sadness. Come on! It’s not even June, and yet the gloom has set in. How I long for the beach, to feel the kiss of the warm sun on my skin and go thrifting downtown without feeling miserable because I haven’t seen a single glimpse of the sun for eternity. Times like these make one realize the simple things we take for granted. One thing is for sure; you’ll never catch me living in Forks, Washington. If you do, it’ll be over my dead body!