The coldest day I have ever lived through was in December of my 5th grade year. I lived in the Red Dessert of Wyoming, where every year people froze to death in their cars on the side of the highway, and semi's flipped over leaving twisted parodies of themselves scattered around the state in all directions. Anyway, cold was life, and really cold was a bad day. In fifth grade though, two days before christmas break it got cold, topped the charts, and kicked the ass of whatever town that is in Minessota that always claims to be the coldest place in the country.
At 3 o'clock in the afternoon, after school got out, the temperature was recorded at -70 bellow zero with windchill. Little kids were getting frostbite walking from the bus to their trailers. I had to walk home, but since dad saw it coming he bundled the shit out of us so we made it home with no frost bite (layers my friends, LAYERS)!
The worst part? They didn't fucking cancel school! The next day (the day before christmas break, when we all had our little parties) however, they did, since they recieved several call's from lawyers that night stating that there would be lawsuits waiting on their desks in the morning....
Fast Forward!!!!
If this is what my landlord calls "Paying for the Heat" they have got to be fucking kidding me. I realise that six years living in Eugene has made me softer then I was, but DAMN, my house is COLD!!!!! BBBBBRRRRRrrrrrrrr. I want to turn the baseboards on but I will resist! I will not pay out my ass for staying warm!
i think that was the longest "I'm cold," statement I have ever made.
At 3 o'clock in the afternoon, after school got out, the temperature was recorded at -70 bellow zero with windchill. Little kids were getting frostbite walking from the bus to their trailers. I had to walk home, but since dad saw it coming he bundled the shit out of us so we made it home with no frost bite (layers my friends, LAYERS)!
The worst part? They didn't fucking cancel school! The next day (the day before christmas break, when we all had our little parties) however, they did, since they recieved several call's from lawyers that night stating that there would be lawsuits waiting on their desks in the morning....
Fast Forward!!!!
If this is what my landlord calls "Paying for the Heat" they have got to be fucking kidding me. I realise that six years living in Eugene has made me softer then I was, but DAMN, my house is COLD!!!!! BBBBBRRRRRrrrrrrrr. I want to turn the baseboards on but I will resist! I will not pay out my ass for staying warm!
i think that was the longest "I'm cold," statement I have ever made.
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My show last night went so well... I was very pleased. I'll talk about it in my journal when I update, but I just wanted to let you know since you are interested in such things.
Rad! Congrats!
In the last month, two of the shows were craft shows, where I applied and paid for a booth. One was a fine arts show that I was invited to do. Over the summer, my shows were all invite except in April I had my school's senior show. There's a mix of work in the art (as in not craft) shows. Most of it is fairly contemporary, but mine is always "the crazy piece," if you will.