Ow, my toes hurt. I don't know why, but my toes are always subject to pain for some reason. First, I stub it against the wall, (Brilliant, I know,) so I get a huge blood-blister on it, then, two days later, I slam my whole foot against the nice, soft, smooth, concrete. Yeah, right. It was actually two whole minutes before I realized what had happened. Yes, I look down at my toes, only to see a huge piece of skin hanging from my small toe - the same toe with the blister. And having this happen raises an interesting train-of-thought, (Which is apparently is still at the boarding station): The most inconvenient thing about the human body - for me, at least - would be the fact that most injuries, blood related, are in an area which is difficult for a Band-Aid to work their magic; joints, toes, fingers, I'm looking at you. Ah, fall is here again. That must be why I'm getting injured so much. But seriously, I love summer, but the heat just makes me feel sad. I'm happy that the cold weather (from a Tucsonan's perspective) is coming, and coming fast. And with it, the jolly holidays, but we'll save that for another inevitable discussion. For now, mother nature, give me your best shot! Fall was always a lost-cause where I live. When most think of Autumn, they think colored trees, with beutifull leaves stripped atop from god himself; however... Tucson, is, and always will be, a bone-dry desert, as along as you disregard the lakes, of course. We fall short of most holiday weather. The only trees you'll find here either have no leaves, or they don't fall off, nor change color. Basically, this city always looks the same. Sunny, dry, and to some extent, dead. Now that's the views of someone who has wanted to live in Chicago since he was ten, so this is biased - I'll admit it. What most people think is exactly the opposite of what I said, oddly. Some think this city - located right smack tab in the middle o' nowhere - is more alive and beutifull than any city in the whole United States. Ah, I love a good laugh.