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shivering as i type this
Jun. 2nd, 2009 03:17 pmWe're nearing the end of autumn, and this means South Pole waves of fucking cold blowing up to where I live. With the temperature reaching near zero Celsius and no internal heating anywhere within sight (what is wrong with this city), I present to you:
Things Bell Is Likely To Do In A Floripa Winter (All True Stories)
- Exclaim intermittently "IT'S FUCKING COLD."
- Shiver.
- Not shower for several days, should the sun stay hiding, because the water is heated via solar power and fuck getting wet with COLD LIQUID IN THIS COLD.
- If number of days exceeds minimum appearance standards, wash hair in sink, while topless and cursing as vigorously as possible about the cold.
- Not want to remove any her clothes.
- Leave the house without checking her feet, as part of the not-remove-clothes item, and only realize halfway to campus that not only is she in her flip-flops, but that she's also wearing socks. Mismatched. The last time this happened, one sock was navy blue and the other was pink-red-orange striped.
- Drink excessive amounts of yummy, nummy hot soup and milk. Not simultaneously.
- Write in the third person.
- ETA: Wait until the last possible moment to get out of bed, not daring to face the even more frigid cold outside than in.
But, you know what? I love the winters here. ♥ I love that the cold is brief and not too intense, just enough to have the new sensation of its ache and then get back to warmer times. And, man, freezing or not, the sky is a sensational blue, and I get hot by walking in the sun. It's my favorite time of year now, winter.
Things Bell Is Likely To Do In A Floripa Winter (All True Stories)
- Exclaim intermittently "IT'S FUCKING COLD."
- Shiver.
- Not shower for several days, should the sun stay hiding, because the water is heated via solar power and fuck getting wet with COLD LIQUID IN THIS COLD.
- If number of days exceeds minimum appearance standards, wash hair in sink, while topless and cursing as vigorously as possible about the cold.
- Not want to remove any her clothes.
- Leave the house without checking her feet, as part of the not-remove-clothes item, and only realize halfway to campus that not only is she in her flip-flops, but that she's also wearing socks. Mismatched. The last time this happened, one sock was navy blue and the other was pink-red-orange striped.
- Drink excessive amounts of yummy, nummy hot soup and milk. Not simultaneously.
- Write in the third person.
- ETA: Wait until the last possible moment to get out of bed, not daring to face the even more frigid cold outside than in.
But, you know what? I love the winters here. ♥ I love that the cold is brief and not too intense, just enough to have the new sensation of its ache and then get back to warmer times. And, man, freezing or not, the sky is a sensational blue, and I get hot by walking in the sun. It's my favorite time of year now, winter.
