Musings While Tired in 9am English

Today, the air is icy; at least it's not raining.

It almost hurts to walk outside without the protection of a coat. Even with that protection, my cheeks and ears sting and turn bright red as I walk to my classes. I try not to go outside for any other reason, which is a damn shame because the nature here is deceivingly beautiful. It will look like a warm autumn day through a window, but upon stepping outside you find out that nature has lied to you.

I met my two close companions in weather like this.

At free periods in highschool, all of my friends and others would eat lunch and hang out outside in the parking lot. We said it was because there was no room in the cafeteria for us, which was occasionally true, but I think it was more than that. I think it was a mixture of things, really.

You see, we liked to be different.

We liked being our own people, doing our own things and not caring what others thought. Some of us would do anything to be different from the norm. This could be why we ate outside, because we wanted to be different from everyone else, or maybe because everyone else shunned our difference.

Anyway, my two friends would stand outside, sometimes even when they were obviously cold.

At first, I would timidly step outside and stand in the background, then quickly return to the cafeteria to escape the cold. But then I found the two extremely funny and nice, and that I enjoyed being around them. I would brave the cold for longer periods of time just to be a part of their conversations. Eventually, they admitted it was too cold for them too, and they came inside with me.

Well, not really with me. But it's all the same.

Musings in English at 9am

When it pours, I am reminded of the simplest summer I ever had.

It was full of fun, adventure, and my friends. Everyday, I would spend the day with somone. I felt popular; I felt wanted. Every week, there was a party to go to, because we all wanted to see all of our friends before we went our separate ways.

When it pours, I remember a specific adventure of that summer.

I was at the mall with two good friends that I had really connected with only at the start of the year. We had decided to go to the mall to hang out and escape the rain.

That summer, I was a mallrat.

I had never thought it could be so fun. Stereotypically, mallrats are bums that have no lives and no money. But we weren't that way; we were just out to have fun. The three of us went to the mall often, sometimes with other friends and sometimes without. We would spend our time lounging in the chairs at the mall's center, walking around to random stores to try on clothes we'd never buy, and play hide and seek. It was a blast.

This one particular time, my two friends were tired of carrying around their hoodies. They said they were too hot to wear them inside, and didn't want to continue holding them. They asked to put them in my car. I had told the two that once they got to my car, they would want to wear their hoodies again because the cold rain would soak them immediately. They insisted that the hoodies went in the car, so we went to the door.

We ran.

You could see the rain pelting the ground all around you, freezing everyone it touched and drowning everything else. At first we couldn't find the car, but by the time we got to the parking space and hopped into the car, we were drenched.

The two looked cold, and I asked them if they were. They denied, of course. Stubborn men; they said that the mall would be warm.

The rain was five times louder in the car.
After a minute of mental preparation, we ran back.
Upon re-entering the mall, I think we bought lunch.

Musings at 9am in English

It's raining.

But then again, it's always raining here. You'd think that they would make the brick and stone walkways more even so that the puddles are more avoidable. You can't walk outside without having your feet soaked.

I need a pair of boots.

I've been to the store many times to buy them, but I've never found a pair I liked. So far, I've tried Walmart and Target. Target had a better selection, but Walmart was cheaper. Maybe I'll just wait until winter to get boots. It's not like the rain is that bad, especially if I hide in my room. Although, I have to go outside in order to get food.

Maybe I'll go barefoot.

I think it's too cold for that. Even though it's not winter yet, if I go outside without a coat, I am cold. My teeth chatter and goosebumps make their way down my arms and legs. I can't stay outside for more than ten minutes. It's just too cold.

I am a wimp.

I'll admit it. I don't scare too easily (unless someone picks me up or a snake slithers by...) but my body is weak. I get sick often and become cold easily. I have a crate in my room filled with all sorts of over-the-counter drugs to help me make it until summer, where I may only get sick once that season.

I love summer.

My favorite month is July. It's the warmest month of the year, filled with hotdogs and watermellon and swimming and fireworks. I especially love the night sky in July. The air is cool and the atmosphere is completely clear. Sometimes, it feels like the sky could swallow you, leaving you to stare at the stars forever.