Frozen Appendages, Faulty Heaters...

So....cold.

My hands are barely able to type this.

I think they're going to actually going to fall off.

And I really like my hands too.

Without them I couldn't write...or type....or -gasp- change songs on my i-pod!

Well, I guess I could, but not easily.

I'd have to use my feet, or something.

Oh, and not only are my hands frozen from the snow/ice chunk I decided to (erm...attempted to) hurl at my idiotic neighbor, but my feet are frozen too, because I can't really walk in the middle of the street for the four blocks it takes to get from the bus-stop to my school, (my house is like, one inch away from the maximum length a house can be away from a bus stop. Great, huh?) because then I would get run over my various suburbanites in their minivans and gas-guzzlers. And so I am forced to walk on the sidewalk, with freezing white-stuff up to my ankles.

-shivers- Ugh, is anyone else trapped in a white-(un)wonderland, or is it just me?

Well, on that jolly note, I will stop complaining and wish everyone (who are not currently pleading for their dysfunctional heater to work) good day....