Some questions for the coming month.

Dear February,

Are you going to bring cold weather to central Texas? It's in the 60s every day and I'm not complaining, but I'm a little thrown off after four Kentucky winters in a row, especially last year's.

Did we ever figure out what we're calling the decade that ended in 2010? The zeros? The two-thousands? The double-oh's? I know it doesn't have anything to do with you; I've just always wondered.

How many more television shows am I going to get into? Thanks to Netflix, I have gotten hooked on a lot of TV shows that everyone else already knew were awesome but that I didn't ever watch, for some reason.

In previous years I was a Gilmore Girl from a Modern Family who was Lost in The Office of 30 Rock, but now I'm among the Mad Men in the Parks and Recreation department of Downton Abbey and I just want to know How I Met Your Mother so I can have my Happy Ending.

I know it sounds like a ton of TV, but don't worry, I've had to improve my time management skills a whole lot because I'm also swamped with school. Speaking of which...

How many darn prospectuses are you going to make me write, February? Actually, you don't need to tell me. The answer is three. Three very large, work-intensive projects that are all a large portion of my grade. Thanks for that, 2/12.

Will you tell me what my summer plans are? I am applying to internships, mostly in Atlanta and New York, and I'm hoping that when you end I'll at least have narrowed it down considerably. I don't like having so many options. I feel like a high school senior again.

I'm still not sure where February 29th is coming from. How does that work? I heard it explained by Eugene on Adventures in Odyssey one time, but that was a considerable number of years ago, so I'm a little fuzzy on the logistics. We add on an extra day to you every four years and magically our calendar works? Sounds fishy, February. And kind of rude, if you ask me.