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[swatkat]

It's cold here. So very cold, and it's just November. (YES, I KNOW THAT SOME OF YOU LIVE IN PLACES WHERE THIS WOULD BE NOTHING, BUT DON'T RUB IT IN. REALLY). My roomie, in her infinte wisdom (she who doesn't know where the best drinking spots are, or which place serves the best tea, even after one and a half years), keeps telling me that I should enjoy the feeling and it's not cold yet and after I get a taste of the Delhi Summer, I will be praying for winter to return. Which, may or may not be true, but right now? It's cold. Back home, winter is a pleasant, pleasant season. I know how to deal with heat; I've seen enough of it. You sweat and moan and try to peel off your skin; you pray for the Nor'westers, and when they do come it's relief for a couple of days, and then back to the same old routine. At daytime the sun is blinding and you feel like never going out ever again; evenings are breezy, and you sit outside and hang out with your friends. Go for a walk, maybe. And it isn't that I haven't been to cold places, but then it was 'Holiday! Cold places! Whee!'. I didn't have to LIVE there. I didn't have to get up every morning and shower (I really hate people who don't. the campus is full of stinky boys now. it's disgusting). I'll be home in a week, and it will be good for a month, but I'll be back here in January and it will be oh-so-cold. Maybe I'll hibernate in my room for a couple of months until it goes away.

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I would appreciate if they stopped torturing Cuddy now.

Comments

[swatkat24.livejournal.com]

I'M SURE YOU'RE FINDING IT FUNNY. :p

[ms-artisan.livejournal.com]

Heh, no. Seriously, no.

But that I made you talk in all caps? Yes, that's definitely funny. ;)