Warning: Contents Hot
Secondary Warning: I tried to eliminate all traces of self pity, because I don't actually have any self pity at the moment. I'm also not depressed, or lonely, but am rather cheerful, all things considered. If anything that follows seems to suggest these things, chalk it up to me being too tired and lazy and hot to properly edit this entry. Try instead to focus on the main ideas. (Hint: they appear in the first sentence of the third paragraph, and the fourth in the fifth.)
The entry actually starts now. Just so you know.
I thought I wouldn't have air conditioning until today. Turns out, I won't have air conditioning until sometime this weekend. Now, I could go into various reasons as to why this is even worse for me than for other people in the area who may not have functioning air conditioning, like how old flat roofs do not have the ridge venting that your house does, and what this means, but I won't, because I realize that there are many people worse of than I.
That said, wow, its hot in here. Though my brother keeps stating how he doesn't care a bit about the heat (which seems to be true, as he keeps locking himself in the hottest room in the house), any time my ice cream melts in the bowl before I even stick the spoon in, I tend to get depressed. While ice cream is not a necessity of life (like food and drink, clothing and shoes, house and home, land and cattle, money and goods, a godly spouse, godly children, godly workers, godly and faithful leaders, good government, good weather, peace and order, health, a good name, good friends, faithful neighbors, and Wicked), it is pretty high up there for me. I like ice cream.
Where was I? Oh, right. See, I couldn't even plan on escaping the heat, because just as soon as we learned the air conditioning won't be replaced until this weekend, we also found that the car I drive was vomiting (that's personification! Its on AP Composition! Which I did really well on!) transmission fluid. For readers who are not highly informed about automobile function, it is not beneficial for a car to spew forth red fluid. So, before the car completely died, I risked my life driving it to the repair shop place, fighting to keep the nice automatic car from stalling. It was kind of fun, to tell the truth, and at least I didn't have the engine completely shut down on me like last time.
But the car is now fixed. I picked it up tonight. Yay! So. If anyone has an idea for something I can do, or has somewhere you want to go (I'll drive you in an air conditioned car!), or maybe we could go do something fun together, or maybe you know of someone who has a friend who knows someone's roommate who knows of their teacher's brother's daughter that wants desperately to go bowling and needs someone to go with, let me know! Please! I'll do it. Well, except when I'm working, but we can work around that. Hah. Get it? Oh, and since I know that most of you who read this don't ever bother to comment, just email me. That'll do.
Speaking along these lines, next Saturday my entire family will be gone, but I'll be here. I couldn't be freer.
I'll end this by saying that if I sound like I'm just begging for attention, and am greatly exaggerating my plight, well, I am. I will be perfectly fine if I have to spend a week here. But I'm not lying, it really is hot in this house, and I figured it would be something to write about. And if someone is planning a party or something, let me know! I actually do want to find excuses to leave the house. Hm... yup, I think that about covers it. Good night!