I love wind. I mean, I really love wind. The feel of it against the face, drowning everything out til it's hard to breathe - mmhmm, just great. I love water. After all, I used to train as a swimmer and was even school's best swimmer - splitting with a good friend of mine, but meh. Always best to say "best", since if you don't compliment yourself, chances are, no-one will. Water's great. Rains, too. And snow, of course - which brings me to another point - I like a decent chill. Of course, being dressed appropriately for it.
Why did I just say all that? Well, mostly because when you combine all those together - sans the snow - you get a situation that's the sum of all with a minus sign in front. A very fat minus. After another lovely night shift, I just ended up in a storm. Very cold and very wet and very windy storm. In just about five minutes, there's not been a single dry thread on me - a wonder the telephone seems to be working alright, looks like it wasn't made by a summer employee. But anyway - it's been rather an interesting walk - twenty minutes in a driving rain. I think that the least thing I will be getting out of it is a flu that I just managed to convince not being the right target for (thank you, sick people at the factory! I always enjoy coughing for several weeks, donations of medicine-resistant strains are especially welcome!).
Furthermore, I am now in possession of a pair of jeans that literally has swamps in its pockets - well, lakes, rather, but regardlessly, the damned thing is now unwearable at least until it dries off, and I think it needs a good wash, as well. And the weather is promised to continue in the same key for several days, oh the joy.
So, to prevent potential disease and for falling asleep easier, I've actually taken a nice shot of gin from my emergency gin & tonic stash. Ew. I really hate hard liquor. Really, really hate it and what it generally makes of people. Long story. I also fail to understand how the hell people actually drink it. It tastes horrible.
*sigh* Ah well, sleep time, I guess.
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According to most people's beliefs weather divides to "good" and "bad" weather. Where "bad" probably means those storm or rain circumstances.
ReplyDelete(I will not mention weather catastrophes, because that is so last season. *grins*)
Which I find weird, because I too love wind and rain. Constant sun can be pretty disturbing for me, especially if matched with ridiculously high temperatures.
Ah, the privilege of having long hair! Strong wind in your long! hair feels like...erm, how to say... 10 ninja masseuses! Wait, bad comparison. Oh well, I'm not gifted for making up poetically sounding things anyway. (That's why this page's author is here, I suppose.)
Although I really like to see rain, I've experienced few days that (later) made even me feel like I need to be at home at that particular time of day instead of being trapped outside between raging winds, downpour and cursing old ladies.
Actually, I find it pretty entriguing when something like that happens, even if my health after few days dissagres. You know what's the best? Combination of flooding rain mixed with hailstone bombardment and a tempest. Which makes your umbrella's existence extremely petty. It's broken after 5 seconds anyway. It was real fun after I couldn't feel my hands freezing anymore. *Grins*
Umbrellas are for girls. Well, no, but I rarely ever use them - they tend to backfire at me. And yeah, I don't really go for the sun all that much, last time I (accidentally) hung out too long without a T-shirt in Ukraine (half-cloudy weather, too, think about that), I was burnt so bad that I had a fever. Well, of course, that was my own fault - after not having taken any sun for a year, spending half a day like that, but still. *twitch*
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*feels jealous about wind in long hair*
...Yeah, well, hmm. At least I have a beard I can feel the wind in! You don't! Hah!
ReplyDeleteBeard...the ultimate sign of manliness, virility and hoboism.
ReplyDeleteI actually DON'T want to have a beard and I will live happily without gigantic bush-like parasites on my face.
And I am a girl, so umbrellas work fine for me. Ok, sometimes when it's raining I wish I could walk around without them but people tend to stare at such deviations. And I most certainly don't wish to be stared at.
P.S: Sun+my pale skin=doom. Nuff said.
Hmmm... So you mean that if I sat under the umbrella at work, people would finally stop staring? Thanks!
ReplyDeleteAs for beards, you can't *have* one, so you're jealous and pretending not to want one. I, on the other hand, can (and in the past, have) grow long(ish) hair. So there. I can have both. I win!
Hm, you could try the umbrella trick...let me know the results, ok? But make sure you try different colours of umbrellas!, Green makes you calm and stuff.
ReplyDeleteAbout the beardy topic: Yes, I always wanted to have a beard. Really large... no, huge beard! I'd use it as a storage for previous meals. My left eyeball twitches with envy. Yes, you won. Khm.
I knew it.
ReplyDeleteI'm happy with any weather, as long as i don't have to leave the house. Sunny days for a nice trip, cold winter mornings to sober you up really quick and hawt sun to fry an egg on your forehead!
ReplyDeleteFurthermore, methinks you need some positive experience with drinks in general. Gin and tonic isn't good for drowning sorrows. It's good for drowning lemons.
As for the beard, i have it and i'm proud of it. It's good for storing a snack. It also looks like a disentangled ending of a thick copper cable.
Just look at y'all, verdant with envy! *grins*