The one thing about this semester that has driven a wedge between me and spring is that I'm not home at 3:00 to watch the Ellen DeGeneres show. I silently curse my parents for settling in Wisconsin and subjecting me to winters filled with a cold kind of unhappiness that only longer nights and tulips can cure. If I can't dance with Ellen at 3:00 to lift my spirits, I will dance to myself tonight and hope that in 5 years time there'll be love where ever I go.