School and School and I'm Funny Sometimes

I bought all of my textbooks today.

My arms are now numbishly tingly feeling. And slightly shaky.

I could have used someone with much bigger muscles than I have to carry my three bags of books . . .

But at least the cashier smiled at my comment when I deposited the heavy basket of books in front of her to be scanned.

"Such is the life of an English student: so many books, so little muscle."

A New Christmas Song I've Added to My Repertoire, Based on Personal Experience

O holey pants, you've been torn at the rivet.
You lived too wild and went out on a tear.
Shared a great view--though I didn't want to give it,
I'm so relieved I wore nice underwear.
I'll miss your lined and light brown cord'roy fabric,
your perfect length, your warmth on winter days.
Why did you rip, expose me to my colleagues?
O pants undone, o pants that caused dismay.
O pants, o holey pants, o pants undone.

**To the tune of O Holy Night

P.S. I'm oh-so-sad I've only come up with one verse so far . . .