What you said in December: This is a great idea. There's a reasonably priced ski lodge just a few hours away. We'll rent some rooms and go up for the weekend. Greg said he'd call to check availability this week. It's going to be so fun.
What you said in February: There's hardly been any good snow, so it would have been stupid to go earlier. And now it's too close to Valentine's Day. Greg wants to spend a weekend with his girlfriend before going on a buddy trip. There's still time though. We'll do it.
What you're saying now: Fucking Greg! He and his girlfriend went skiing. And now all the snow is gone. Greg is the worst. We should definitely plan a camping trip in a couple months.
What you said in December: "Game of Thrones" was so awesome. I can't wait till spring to have more. I'm just going to buy the books and read the rest. Oh boy. They are really long.
What you said in February: Fuck you, George R. R. Martin. You're so mean to your characters and you spend way too much time describing feasts and clothing. Shut up about the honeyed plums and the boiled leather. Get back to the dragons.
What you're saying now: Ugh. It's been 500 pages since you mentioned any of these people. How am I supposed to remember who they are? I know they're just going to walk around for another 400 pages anyway. Screw this. The show comes back next week.
What you said in December: It's so easy to look good in the winter. I just pop on this blazer and presto: I've got my shit together. Ok, it smells a little bit weird. I think a ChapStick melted in the pocket over the summer. It's pretty sticky. I'll take it to the dry cleaner tomorrow.
What you said in February: Yeah, yeah. I'll take it tomorrow. I've just needed to wear it. And, anyway, I found that if I Febreze it every day and put some napkins in the sticky pocket, it mostly seems fine. I've got the sniffles pretty bad though, so I'm not totally sure. Does this smell weird to you?
What you're saying now: At this point, I don't even think dry cleaning will help. Yes, getting caught in that thunder storm did get rid of the weird smell, but not it smells like a wet horse. I have to throw this blazer out. Oh, wait, it's supposed to be 60 degrees today? That's blazer weather. I'll throw it out tomorrow.
What you said in December: I got in two solid weeks of jogging once after Thanksgiving, but now it's too cold. My ears will sting. I'm going to finally buy those P90X tapes instead of just looking up people's exercise time lapse videos on YouTube.
What you said in February: I could wake up now and fit in an 8th of a work out, OR I could stay in this nice warm bed for two more snoozes
What you're saying now: Maybe yoga is more my speed. I'll look up some videos on YouTube while I eat cheese by myself later.
What you said in December: Spending the entire winter staying inside watching TV would be sad. If I did it alone. Solution: don't do it alone.
What you said in February: Ok, I've Facebook flirted with all of my tertiary friends from college and high school and summer camp. Everyone in the world seems to be in a relationship already. At least, that's all I can discern from the comfort of my couch.
What you're saying now: Winter activities really require being in a relationship. So, it's not my fault I didn't do any of this stuff. Besides, everyone knows spring is a better time for activities. Let's go play mini-golf! Someone call Greg.
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