I've got the FEVER

Spring fever, that is.

Every year, when Wisconsin finally loosens her death grip on the elements and warms up, when the ice and snow begins to thaw, when the critters wake up (I've already seen a wasp and a lady bug, both moving VERY slowly, but still), when you can start to smell the earth, and when you look out over the lake at the ice fishermen and say to yourself "Hmmm....not the best idea, guys," that's when I get....

....shall we say, amorous?

It makes me crazy.

When I'm riding on the bus, I have fantasies about kissing some random boy on the cheek just before getting off at my stop, then walking away laughing to myself for having confused (or frightened?) him. I have the same fantasy about the elevator in the Humanities Building.

I want to hug 7 out of 10 classmates, simply because they're there and I feel good (and they're boys).

I want to put on a cotton skirt and "accidentally" walk over an air vent on the sidewalk to show off my new cute panties.

I want to wink at a random boy on the sidewalk.

I wanna get my hair played with.

I wanna play with someone else's hair.

I wanna take a nap...ON you!

I wanna wear my "nice ass" pants every day of the week.

I want to let everyone know exactly how cute my bra is. And buy tons more like it.

IN CONCLUSION:

Ladies, I'm sorry for staring at your boyfriends. They look good.
Gentlemen....how you doin'?