I Hate Summer

I know it isn't officially Summer yet, well: f*ck you officiallistic morons. Sorry, but this sun is messing with my head. Summer is not about dates its about HEAT. Too much sun means that sweaty guy in classes just HAS to seat next to you, means all those annoying kids from pre-school shouting, running, destroying and contaminating everything they can like a mob of horrible zombies, means that my tanning trauma will return, heck, as returned, means you won't be able to sit without getting grossly sticky, means all your friends will want to have beach partys, means that the shortest shorts and skirts ever will be magically growing legs on them and walking around, whether they're the grossest legs or the hottest, means you'll get eyed by disgusting pervs just because you're wearing a somewhat smaller top, means I'll be home, online, playing WoW, sleeping during the day, and doing two hours of sunblock applying routine before I meet my friends or go to school. God, I hate Summer.