It's cold outside.
But it's NOT miserable.
Now, I hate being cold. It is like, the thing I hate most in this world, other than monkeys, chemistry teachers who do not set good examples, chemistry finals set by chemistry teachers who do net set good examples, and people who start their cars 10 minutes before they get in them just so that they will not have to suffer to agony of sitting in a cold car for tops, 2 minutes, and who are thus setting bad examples.
As I am on this topic, like, What The Hell. I cannot believe my chemistry teacher would tell us to remind him to go start his car when there was 10 minutes left in the period. People who do this are completely ignorant, self-absorbed, and generally smelly in a general sort of way. Especially people who, under further questioning, conclude that they do so because "They don't care." Rachel Schneider, I told my father about this incident and how everyone thought we were being unbelievably anal, and how Kieran told us that it was bad for the car to start it in cold weather and immediately drive it. Well, guess what, world, my father the mechanical engineer says NOT.
So you know what, world? SHUT OFF YOUR ENGINES.
(But not your furnaces. It is cold in this house.)
I have to admit, though, it is not that miserable outside- it is sunshining and sparkling and as long as I am not out IN the snow, I really have no qualms with it. What I am having repeated difficulties is this: recently, I was bored and decided, while watching How I Met Your Mother online, to doodle complex and haphazard motifs on my keyboard where my hand would rest while I am typing. Now, everytime I am typing, I get pen on me. This is ridiculous, especially because I have no Kleenex in my room to wipe it off with, because I ran out of Kleenex about 2 months ago.
The repetitive story of Kleenex boxes in Lyndsay's room:
- Dire need for Kleenex (i.e. more than half of my face covered in mascara, my arm is physically separated from my body and I need to stem the blood until the time that platelets aka thrombocytes react with thrombin, Ca ions, and vitamin K to produce fibrin threads over my open wound and catch erythrocytes and bacteria in its web and commence clotting. Go Biology.)
- Theft of Kleenex box from another part of the house
-Happy usage of aforementioned Kleenex for about a week
-Run out of Kleenex
-First reminder to fetch a new box: ignored
-Second reminder to fetch a new box: ignored
-Third reminder to fetch a new box: evaded
-Dire need for Kleenex
And that is how it goes.
My current pet peeve: PEOPLE COMPLAINING ABOUT HOW BUSY THEY ARE. Unless they legitimitely are, in which case I whine with them , instead of at them. Because I AM way too busy right now, under a lot of stress physically/emotionally/mentally, and am going insane. Like this conversation I had.
Lyndsay: No, I was just way too busy for this past month, I'm kind of glad I didn't do it.
Unnamed Unspeakable: I know what you mean! Same for me a few years ago.
Lyndsay: (Curses and judges U.U in her mind because she knows this is a lie. I have always disliked you, U.U)
Unless you dance or do other physical activities every day after school, are in grade 10 piano (which you may be skivving off of because YOU DONT HAVE TIME) as well as sing, come home and do homework until midnight because you have two sciences, english ap and social studies in french this semester, and then wake up at 6:00 am, and then not get to sleep in for the past 2 months even on weekends, STOP COMPLAINING.
Yes, I am a nasty, grumpy, terrible person.
Happy Holidays.
(Oh, GOD, soon, soon...)
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