freaking freak freak

freaking groundhog's day.

just, just...freaking groundhog's day.

first of all, who the hell decided to give one of my days to some over-hyped rodent with a shadow-casting complex? who the hell maintains the authority, not to mention has the need, to hand over 24 of MY hours of MY week of MY year every year for MY entire lifetime?

and what the hell is all this shadow/no-shadow business anyway? why is that no one waits in suspense when i wake up and walk around naked for about twenty minutes trying to find a lightswitch? why is there no audience waiting in silent suspense and overcoats, a mass of rural boony-boons hovering and shivering and gripping their breaths to see whether or not i notice my shadow cast on a wall or floor or ceiling? (i have a light that shines upward, so shut up)

okay okay, so maybe i'm a little peeved because i take this occasion to the extreme, maybe i'm a little miffed because every year i want to play the movie of same name over and over and over.

and over

and over and over and over and over and over and over

and so on for however many loops may loop in a day. maybe i'm a little scorched because i've only managed to pull it off one year (thank you USITE computer labs at UofC), maybe i'm just furious over the fickle fancy and fact that it would be nice to be prepared and ready and totally on top of the game when it comes to doing something completely trivial and pointlessly entertaining.

but still, it's a freaking groundhog, people. it's a hog, on the ground. seriously, get a life.


...freaking groundhog's day.