Bleeeeaaahhh. (AKA whining about the weather)
This is me about to call my mom to ask her if I was just a sickly child, because for the third time since school started I am, yet again, coming down with something. Not that I'm terribly unique in my illness -- pretty much everyone I know is complaining of some illness, so getting away scott free is, in a word, impossible. But really, three times!? My immune system really needs to wake up and do it's damn job. When I lived in Arizona, I was actually sick probably three times in three or four years. Though that probably has something to do with the weather. It is currently 1 degree outside. Yes. ONE. Not a typo. And according to the weather channel's website, with the wind child it feels like -11. Not as bad as last Saturday night, though, when the wind chill made it around -30 and I had to stand outside for anywhere between 20 minutes to a half an hour waiting for the fuuuckkiiing train. Oh god, that sucked. My feet... so much paainn. My friend Becca and I sat on the bench and played childrens' games to distract ourselves from the pain, and even though we probably sounded absolutely mad, it was worth it. I would have been so whiny if I hadn't gotten my mind off my poor poor feet, clothed only in my converse-esque canvas shoes. It's been so cold lately that the school even sent out cold weather safety newsletters. Eep. That's almost scary, man.
Oh, to my Arizona friends, I would like to extend a big fuck you. It's 79 degrees warmer there than it is here. Bitchs. :( (I swear I dont really mean it!)
Oh, to my Arizona friends, I would like to extend a big fuck you. It's 79 degrees warmer there than it is here. Bitchs. :( (I swear I dont really mean it!)