Spring, where have you gone?

It is snowing. I'm mad. And cold.
Mother Nature hates Kansas.

..and I'm really glad I took my coats home last week.

Anyway, here's a weird story. The other day in Psychology, I watched as a girl picked several long hairs off of the back of the girl sitting in front of her. These two girls are not friends. And the one with the hairs on her back was completely unaware of the situation. It kind of creeped me out. Is this girl so OCD about stray hairs that she feels the need to pick them off of a completely oblivious stranger? I guess so. Weird.