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It's so. Friggin. Hot.

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Don't get me wrong, I love the sun. It makes me happy. I wish we could just skip over winter entirely, because the rest of the year is fun. Now, the seasonal allergies thing, not so much, but I'm willing to overlook that in favor of actually being able to go outside without so much insulation you feel like the love child of Frosty the Snowman and the Pillsbury Doughboy.

Here's the thing, though: somewhere between winter and summer, there's this lovely little season called spring. Did you hear that, schizophrenic Kentucky weather? SPRING.

Seriously. Two weeks ago we were all freezing our tails off here on campus. (See? I have no tail.) And now all of a sudden it's eighty-five degrees. Which would be awesome and all, if my dorm would turn the air conditioning on. Since they've apparently decided that air conditioning isn't necessary, it's STIFLING in here. All the windows are open, but still. And going outside in favor of being able to breathe means that you scorch off your entire epidermis. Sigh.

So, in protest, I have written this Declaration of Indignation. (For those of you who didn't already see it on my Facebook status, that is. I'm looking at you, Mom and Dad. :D)

We, the people of Sullivan Hall, in order to form a more perfect dormitory, establish respiration, ensure a decent temperature, provide for the common inhabitability, promote the general cleanliness, and secure the blessings of comfortability to ourselves and our roommates, do ordain and establish this plea for you to TURN THE FRIGGIN AIR CONDITIONING ON.

It's a work in progress, but hey, whatever.