Es ist kalt, y'all. Es. ist. kalt. And I just ate my last peanut butter cookie. I was going to save it for after lunch, but I was turning a corner. I still was turnin' that corner after I ate the cookie, and since the oatmeal I made for lunch wasn't ready yet, I had to grab whatever was available in the fridge, which was carrots. Carrots. Mmm.
But in other news, the thesis is almost done. Supposedly.
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Well, yay for the thesis being almost done. Goody for you.
And kalt? Do you even understand what negative windchills are?
Yes, I do. I understand that it is much colder where you are than it is where I am. But that doesn't mean that it isn't still cold here. It's a matter of degrees. :) I had a classmate from Canada who said the cold was worse here because it's so humid. Here, the cold is bone-chilling, whereas where he was from, it was more of a "dry cold." I think I would prefer our bone-chilling not nearly as cold winter to his dry, below-zero winter, but I've never experienced a dry Canadian winter, so I don't really have a basis for comparison. :)
This reminds of a conversation I had with one of my professors recently, about how culture and environment are linked. I mentioned how a friend of mine from Scotland used to laugh at my concepts of "cold" and "a winter coat." His culture experiences much colder winters than mine does, and so his way of defining "cold" is different from mine.
And they pass out when it gets above 80. It's all relative. :)
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