
.... why is it so cold today?
It was cold in the morning. The sky was grey and it looked like rain. And it was cold walking to school. And the earphones were cold, too. The backseat of Clara's car was icy. And it was really embarrassing when they pulled over. ><
The music room was warm. That was the only place the entire day that was warm. Because it always is. And I stayed there, tutorial, in the practice rooms. Tiff and Piccolo guy practiced in Room 1, so I left for Room 2, which had my favorite piano. Then I discovered the piano in Boitz's office. It was better than all of them. So I had a new favorite piano. But Boitz's office was cold, much colder than the practice rooms.
I sit in back for Health. Next to the door. There's always a draft. Kevin always complains about it, because he never has a jacket. So he complained. I silently concurred, today. The skits were funny, though. They stole my chair.
Lunch was really cold. There was no sun. Or if there was, it never lasted for longer than 3 consecutive seconds. The bench was cold. And the air was cold. And it was freezing out. So I listened to music. I brought a new battery today and revived my mp3 player. I sat there the whole time, looking at all the people running about in the quad. And sang along.
Duly annoyed Tiffany with Holiday, at some point. Aside from that, I think I did spend the entire 45 mins sitting in the same frozen position, singing. And pointedly ignoring Jenn's odd looks. But see, it's warmer if I don't move at all, because it just works that way. Don't tell me it doesn't make sense. It does. Or it did.
The bell rang. Sixth. And Sutton's room is notoriously cold anyways, so I won't go into it.
The Bio room is cold too. It's called air conditioning. The whole day was cold. Walking to the Bio room was cold. And the Bio room was just as cold. And walking out and doing homework in the usual spot wasn't cold, it was freezing.
The sun still wouldn't come out. Going to my locker was cold. The locker ITSELF was cold. And the lock. And my hands. And the books.
Then I ran around in the cold. And walked with Tiffany and Alice in the cold.
Then Alice left. At the intersection. Because Tiff decided to go to the library, and Alice's house was in the other direction. Tiff needed a pick-up point that her parents could reference to. So I took the Saratoga Ave. route, with all the roadkill and the whooshing cars, and I walked there with her and was late getting home. Grandma was waiting.
She made me try on the orchestra dress. Wearing that is cold. The material itself is cold. And there aren't any sleeves.
I stood there for 20 minutes, not allowed to move, not allowed to sit, not allowed to slouch, not allowed to stretch, not allowed to turn unless grandma told me to. So she managed to pin up a bunch of stuff at the bottom, told me to show my mom and get approval, and that she'll pick it up to work on tomorrow.
Dinner was cold. Because I showered. And my housekeeper ignored that fact and set the food out early anyways. So it was cold by the time I ate it. Cold food, cold curry, cold rice, cold soup. And my room was cold. Still is. The desk is still wet. Either it hasn't dried from yesterday, or the sprinklers resprayed it today. That's what happens when the window is open.
My mom's carseats were freezing. And the walk down that driveway was worse.
My cello teacher's house was warmer. But the music room is still the only place that was warm, today, because warmer has a different meaning than warm. Her house had nice yellow lights that weren't fluorescent and cold and distant, but nice and warm and inviting.
... I had a good lesson. It surprised me. So now I feel warm inside, and not so bitter and cold the way I felt when I first started typing this entry before the lesson began.
But out of her house, away from the lights, it's still cold. My mom's carseats weren't any better than before. And the whole of my house is freezing, for some reason. At least, my room is.
And I'm having coughing fits. Constantly.
Perhaps I did catch a cold.