Why not horizontal? It's friggin' cold outside. Not just cold like it was warm and now it's colder and I'm a crybaby cold. No, It's actually cold. 11 in the morning today and it was -18 degrees celcius. 11 is what time I was waiting for the bus. The very late bus. The bus for which I stood in the "friggin' cold" for 15 minutes. It's one thing to be out in the cold when you have a purpose. When you're walking somewhere, or playing, or working. It's quite another when you're just standing still waiting for the bus. The very late bus. And you can't even say I wasn't dressed for the cold and I was just getting what I deserved. Because I always dress for the cold, ask anyone. Sometimes I dress for the cold when it isn't really cold out. And then, to top it all off, my class was cancelled. My only class all day. The reason I was going out in the cold at all. Anyhow, it's over now, and I've vented my frustration. Now I can look forward to Friday! Yes, another poets and, afterwards, my first VA (vertical alcohol). VA has always had a mystical aspect for me because the fates have always moved to ensure I am unable to attend. Not this year. This is my last year and I am going if it kills me. Seems silly when I write it down like that. It's just a party after all, like many others I've attended in my 6 years on campus. Well, if it's just a party then I guess I should just go party at it. |