Are you sick of my posting yet? First day off school and I'm on my third globulation. Mind you, they're not exactly five pages long.
Some things that I like:
"The more I study religions the more I am convinced that man never worshipped anything but himself."
- Sir Richard Francis Burton
"No matter how rich you become, how famous or powerful, when you die the size of your funeral will still pretty much depend on the weather."
- Michael Pritchard
Weather. I have some things to say about weather. Today is August 19th and in the Northern hempisphere this is what some people call the season of Summer. Currently, it is 10:00AM(ish), it is overcast, with a scorching Summer temperature of 15*C expected to increase later in the day and get all the way up to a whopping 16*C.
August. Summer. Summer. August. High of 16*C. I'm thinking about scarves and socks. This is ridiculous. It's an outrage. Something is so very painfully wrong about this.
That's it. I can't take it any more. Fuck this shit. I'm going to back to Chile.
Chile: A place where Summer is consistent and doesn't drop 15 degrees within a week; a place that lets you get used to the Summer heat instead of forcing you to suffer through the severe mood swings of the bipolar maniac that is BC Summer; a place where Summer is Summer and Winter is Fall and doesn't pretend it's anything more or anything less than that.
Should I put away my skirts and dresses and shorts? Or are you going to spike back up to 30*+ again soon, BC Summer?
And you know what else, SUMMER? You're not worthy of my capitalizing your S any more! I liked you with a capital S even though it's not technically correct. So, summer, come back once you've reached your senses.
Now, if you excuse me, I'm going to go find a pair of socks and make myself a giant cup of hot lemon-ginger tea on this marvellous August summer day.