13ºF... bad luck?

I'm feeling good about this week dispite the horrendous amount of things that need to be done. It's going to be a good time.

I took a walk last night. Before I left I checked the weather; it said 13ºF. Um, yeah. Wrong? A little off perhaps. I stepped outside in a miniskirt, tank top, and my new favourite hoodie, and it was perfectly nice. As I was walking towards the valley of campus (we walk to and from class uphill both ways), there was this exact spot in the downhill that it suddenly turned freezing. It stopped me in my tracks. The border was so distinct that I could move just two steps back up the hill and it was warm again. Thinking for a moment that I should head back up and be a pussy, I decided against it, and trudged my way through. Shit man, it was so cold. But as soon as I walked to the other side it was warm again. 13ºF. Fuck. Right there. No where else.

But really, I have a good feel for this week. If I was groping this week, it would feel like bags of sand. I'm just going to saty up late tonight so I can a have a relatively free week to study for those midterms.

Because yet again, this weekend was a waste of academically productive activities.

But worth it.


You know, not that many strange things have been happening to me lately.

I saw a big dog yesterday. Great Dane. That was cool. Shit, those are unneccesary creatures. There was also this tiny pug (god I hate those), and they were checking each other out, all friendly and all. As I was watchign however, all I could do was imagine this scene as I look at them and then the Great Dane would just bite the head off of the pug. I could really imagine it.

Haha. That would have been a mess.