Snark Station

Lo, I am in Florida and verily, is it wet. The temperature was pretty nice when I got here- I wandered around in tshirt and jeans instead of many layers of clothes.

Funny story. My mom came early Wednesday morning to pick me up and drive me home (since Elf is carless) and she gets into my room and asks why it was so cold. I'd been in three layers of clothes, so hadn't really noticed it. I figured it was just because my room has three outside walls, and it was 20 outside, so it made sense for my room to be kinda nippy. My mom decides to check the house's thermostat. Lo and behold, someone had turned the heat off the day before. And the thermostat was reading 53. And that was in the warmest part of the building. My room was at least in the 40s. So she turned the heat back on and we waited aruond until I was done with my exam. By then it was warmer outside and inside.

I'm on my sisters' computer right now, but I've got important other stuff to do. Like be distracted by flashing lights on the stereo I received for Christmas two years ago and said I didn't want in a college dorm because it was nice and worse stuff has been stolen (like my laundry. But we'll not go into that). But I'm in a house now, and I know all the girls staying in it have nicer stuff and wouldn't steal mine, so I'm considering bringing it back for next semester and making them deal with the icky "I only play CDs sometimes" radio I borrowed from them. Anyways, stuff to do, people to see, Pugs to slay for villainous affronts better left unmentioned.

(Though I will give one reason- he kept calling last night and my sister E. has the phone in her room and she was trying to sleep and I had to take the calls in there, meaning she couldn't sleep. And a sleepy E. is a grumpy E. And when you weigh twenty pounds less than a sister prone to shouting and punching and you have this thing against violence, especially done to yourself, you try to keep her not grumpy.)