For those of you not in Portland (or Seattle) let me clue you in to wtf has been happening the last few days, specifically yesterday.
Blizzard conditions: the sky shitting snow with 35+ mph winds, with temperatures in the low teens feeling around zero with the wind chill. Weather which is awesome to watch from inside your (somewhat) warm house while sipping hot chocolate but is NOT at all fun (and is actually infuriating and utterly miserable) to be out in when not properly prepared.
I had to catch the bus home yesterday from Luke's house and it sucked seriously bad. Mostly because I wasn't properly dressed because I was anticipating a ride home but then had to leave before Lukey woke up. Anyway, I waited in the snow for like 20 minutes at a super crowded bus stop, coughing and snivelling and generally being pathetic, and when the bus finally came it was FULL and we all had to keep waiting. I took a picture of the bus arriving in the snow downpour and texted it to everyone with the caption: "I hate my life I hate my life I hate my life"
Truth knockin.
Anyway, the point of this entry is not to bitch about the weather because that is totally boring and everyone is already doing it.
What this entry is about is just last night, where me and Luke walked back from Bog to the house in this shitstorm. For the record, you have to either be a drunk or just a serious asshole to voluntarily go outside right now, especially just to go to the bar.
I was wearing:
Two pairs of socks under fuzzy boots, covered in plastic bags to keep them dry (do I look stupid? yes. am I warm and dry? yes. fuck you.)
Two layers of stockings, my thermal pants and leg warmers.
A slip and my skirt on top of all that. Plus a long sleeve shirt and my hoodie and a giant jacket (best coat ever, thanks Nate) and a beanie and scarf and gloves.
... no seriously.
Dramatic, yes.
BUT!!
I was totally warm and dry and stomped (drunk) home, totally stoked, in the snow piles all the way to my house. This is noteworthy because I HATE snow and would rather it just fuck off and never happen. Soooooo it was super fun and exciting.
Also I did not wake up with this bronchitis crap I've got being any worse. Yay.
The end.
Blizzard conditions: the sky shitting snow with 35+ mph winds, with temperatures in the low teens feeling around zero with the wind chill. Weather which is awesome to watch from inside your (somewhat) warm house while sipping hot chocolate but is NOT at all fun (and is actually infuriating and utterly miserable) to be out in when not properly prepared.
I had to catch the bus home yesterday from Luke's house and it sucked seriously bad. Mostly because I wasn't properly dressed because I was anticipating a ride home but then had to leave before Lukey woke up. Anyway, I waited in the snow for like 20 minutes at a super crowded bus stop, coughing and snivelling and generally being pathetic, and when the bus finally came it was FULL and we all had to keep waiting. I took a picture of the bus arriving in the snow downpour and texted it to everyone with the caption: "I hate my life I hate my life I hate my life"
Truth knockin.
Anyway, the point of this entry is not to bitch about the weather because that is totally boring and everyone is already doing it.
What this entry is about is just last night, where me and Luke walked back from Bog to the house in this shitstorm. For the record, you have to either be a drunk or just a serious asshole to voluntarily go outside right now, especially just to go to the bar.
I was wearing:
Two pairs of socks under fuzzy boots, covered in plastic bags to keep them dry (do I look stupid? yes. am I warm and dry? yes. fuck you.)
Two layers of stockings, my thermal pants and leg warmers.
A slip and my skirt on top of all that. Plus a long sleeve shirt and my hoodie and a giant jacket (best coat ever, thanks Nate) and a beanie and scarf and gloves.
... no seriously.
Dramatic, yes.
BUT!!
I was totally warm and dry and stomped (drunk) home, totally stoked, in the snow piles all the way to my house. This is noteworthy because I HATE snow and would rather it just fuck off and never happen. Soooooo it was super fun and exciting.
Also I did not wake up with this bronchitis crap I've got being any worse. Yay.
The end.
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