| Current mood: |  lazy |
| Current music: | The Best of Gilbert and Sullivan |
Miscellany
In theory, I am a believer in public transit. But when getting home involves waiting 55 minutes to catch a bus with a girl who talks about her orthodontia while sticking her fingers in her mouth, I start dreaming about cars.
Being a cold hearted person in possession of a good pair of gloves, I am fond of the cold. The sky is never so blue as on really cold days. I am working my way through Absolute Zero and the Quest for Cold by Tom Shachtman, which is interesting, although it is almost as much about heat as cold. Incidentally, I wish I had a thermometer by my window. I know the internet will tell you how cold it is, but it's just not the same.
Yesterday I got to the top of a wall that had defeated me several times. (Like at a climbing gym, not like sneaking into the neighbour's yard.) I am inordinately proud of myself.
I am wholeheartedly sick of school. Is it April yet?
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