Okay, so I'm cold. And I mean, really really really cold. I'm wearing gloves right now. Thankfully I can actually type with them on. Otherwise, I wouldn't be writing this post, because it isn't nearly as important as the temperature of my fingers. :)
I'm also wearing slippers that I haven't worn in a year, but that's beside the point.
Today is my Friday. It's cold, it keeps wanting to rain and snow even though it's supposed to be spring, but at least I don't have school tomorrow. That has to count for something right? Lol. The weather is supposed to "pick up" this next week though. Whew. Not that the cold isn't nice, I've just been having a harder time than usual keeping my hands warm, along with the rest of me. Let me tell you what - brrr. . . . .
The sky was beautiful today, though. It was completely covered with soft, steel-gray clouds, with the rarest break in them to reveal this perfect, picturesque, lazy summer day, bluest of blue sky beneath (yes, too many words, lol). I sat outside for lunch and got drizzled on as the sky couldn't decide whether to rain or not (is it just me who finds that an awkward thing to read?). But it was so incredibly nice. I almost think the gray skies make me happier than a hot, sunny day. But perhaps that's only my imagination. Lol.
I want to put a poem up here, but I cannot decide which one. None of them seem good enough when I look to them, though I know at some point there was something in them that I liked. I guess that works for anyone who writes, huh? Anyway. If I ever choose, I'll stick it (or them) up in a separate post. Other than that, I suppose I have nothing to say, really. That's a little sad. Maybe I should try and dredge up something for entertainment value.
Hmm . . . .
Well, it took me thirty minutes to make my bed tuesday night. . . . Wow. I must either have a really big bed, or be really slow. Then again, my bed is surrounded on all but one side by a desk, dresser, and walls. I have to push and pull the damn mattress back and forth just to get the sheets on. Let me tell you what, it is an exercise routine all its own. And my sister wonders why I don't change my sheets as often as she does (as in, every week or two) . . . . Hey, I take a shower in the mornings. . . . . Hm. Irrelevant.
I'm gonna go now. Probably the best idea. Lol.
. . . . Oh yeah! Yesterday, I was walking down the hallway after school with one of my friends, and I dropped my water bottle (well, sort of flung it accidentally, really) and I made her jump about three inches - sideways. Her feet almost looked like a dog's feet when it's paddling over water (that it isn't in). It occurs to me that that probably doesn't make sense. Lol. Suffice it to say: Priceless.
Ta! ;)
(ps. I'm pretty sure the cold has affected my ability to write at my normal level, or basically, the cold has affected my ability to write coherently . . . . at all. It's unfortunate, but you know, it's an ego boost for you, whomever you are. Lol. I can't describe crap today, and I don't want to try. Let's see, almost nine o'clock. Should I, or shouldn't I . . . . . . ?)
Lol. Until next time.
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