Winter Love.

Okay, wow. Since I prefer writing posts on my phone and not my laptop (only because I’m too lazy to work in this room, I’d rather work in my room – long story), I can now finally understand what everyone was talking about. I was like, did the app get updated? I don’t see anything? But now I know, it’s the desktop version that got all snazzy. I’m not quite sure how I feel about this update, though.

Well, on with this post. We are well into November (my birthday’s close, ooh, learner’s license!), and the cold has made itself known. Well, it’s not quite all there (when is it ever in this part of the country?), but everyone can feel the chill in the air now. If my frozen feet (alliteration!) are any indication to go by, I’ll be sporting frozen blocks for hands quite soon. That is another thing about me – I get quite heated up in the summer, and get nauseous and dehydrated, and all that stuff. But when it comes to winters, ooh! I become everyone’s personal snowman (or should it be snowwoman?). That brings me to what the title is all about.

Welcome to the season of non consensual hand holding!

Well, that holds true in my case. I had very successfully got my hands all warm and toasty by forcing guys with warm hands to hold my hand. If they failed to comply, they would get an earful of whining and if they’re mighty unlucky, a scratch on their arm. (As you probably don’t know, my best friend calls me a wild cat because scratching is a major component of my self defense routine. Or, my annoying routine. Or, my pay-attention-to-me-okay routine.) So, after grumbling for a few (blushing too, god, tenth grade boys) they basically resigned themselves to the fact that I’m gonna hold their hand and there’s nothing they can do about it. So, yes.

A friend told me there are things called pockets and gloves (thanks babe, I’ve been living under a rock all my life)(well, he got a sarcastic reply to that, so it’s okay), and that is true, but there is also the fact that they absolutely nothing for me. Honest. So, non consensual hand holding it is.

Eh, there’s nothing all that new, I suppose. I’m getting high on cutesy fanfiction, and not studying as much as I should. You can’t blame me, I feel so bored. Which is sort of stupid – all throughout tenth grade I thought I’d have such a ball in eleventh, because I’d actually study for a change. Why is that? Well, simply because all I wanted to study in tenth was science. Science, science, science! Now, not so much. I wish I could somehow get all the excitement back, you know?

Well, there’s not much to talk about. I watched Dead Poets Society, and the only thing stopping me from giving a blow by blow account of my feelings throughout the scenes of the film is, that I want to see it again before doing so. But really, Robert Sean Leonard is LOVE.

I’m also sort of struggling with the whole idea of making notes from the textbook, lol. Maybe it gets better with practice? Sigh!

OH DID I MENTION MY DAD’S TEACHING ME HOW TO DRIVE A CAR?  WELL, HE IS! That’s exciting, yes? I really hope gears go out of fashion. It is so tough to change gears. xD

Anyway, I need to finish a chapter in physics before I sleep, which is in about three hours. So, I’ll have to take my leave.

Love,
Sky xoxo.

P.S.: Is The Weeknd very popular or something? I got told his music is an acquired taste, which does seem so at the moment.