I awoke this morining in a bitterly cold room, and given that I do sleep in my "unmentionables" it was quite a physical and mental effort to rouse myself from the warm, protective bubble that is my large blue-plaid comforter. A little explanation is needed to convey how cold it was in this room. First of all, a massive cold front has blown in and without a doubt it feels as if it were below zero oustide. Second, the ductwork to my room is non existant, thus resulting in no heating whatsoever from the main unit of my house. And finally, in some cruel, un-needed gesture, my brother turned on my fan sometime during the night while i was asleep.
However, I did manage to rouse myself, and in the usual fashion, i stumbled around in a sleep-drunken haze trying to do my normal morning routine. However, my normal mourning routine was interrupted by the highly predictable event of my car not starting due to the bitter cold. This is not the first time this has done this. I simply got a ride from my mother today, as i do every day when this happens.
I slept through government, no surprise there. Actually, I didn't but it was basically the equivalent of sleep. She assigned us some group assignment and Lex, Amy, and I attempted it but didn't really get anything accomplished. Second hour was much the same, with the exeption of the irritating, unthought out comments which Zack decides to present infront of the class, which usually results in verbal ridicule by the mouths of Marty and myself. Me and Mart of course had our usual matsurbation discussions, and made fun of numerous "pop rock" bands such as creed and the ever laughable silverchair.
Next hour was slave hour and no elaboration is needed here. However, after that hour the AP studio art class went out on a field trip to see the gallery at Oklahoma Christian. Ugh. If I knew it was going to be religious in nature I would not have come; however, as often I prove to others and myself, my niavete get's the best of me sometimes. All in all, the time spent at the gallery was not fun; however, after the gallery we went out for Chineese food at Blue moon. I was presently surprised, my Hawain chicken and Lo-mein were quite tasty, and the hot tea helped warm up my body from the bitter cold.
After an hour of conversing about David Lynch movies at my table, which consisted of my art teacher Miss Blake, Todd, and Kallie, Miss blake and I went around and made sure everyone was ready to go, and we left back to school for the remainder of the day. and luckily enough for me, the remainder of the day was spent watching (or, for the most part, making fun of) a movie which consisted of the account of the life of Archbishop Thomas Becket. Needless to say me and my friends in that class did little watching.
I got a ride home from Allison, and probably the highlight of the day was the admiration I had for the new falling snow. after all, it will undoubtedly close school tomorrow, and it does look rather majestic as it dances atop the asphalt of the street. Allison and I both agreed that it reminded us of White Sands.
That's all I really have to write about for the moment.