The Winter of My Discontent

I don't know how many people reading this reside in New York City, but the weather over the last couple of weeks has been horrible. I think that it's snowed more over the last couple of weeks than it has the last five years.

This Tuesday there was a horrible snowstorm while I was in class, and over the last couple of days the temperature has remained at a nice cozy average of about 20 degrees Fahrenheit. (With the wind chill, it feels like it's below 0.) While the snow is certainly pretty to look at, I only like looking at it when I am warm and comfortable. Which is usually not the case when it usually starts to snow.

The snow isn't even the worst part. It's the wind. My skin feels so dry and chapped, that even copious amounts of lotions aren't helping. I've almost burned through a tube of lip balm in two weeks, and I've developed a fear of going outside with wet hair because I don't want it to freeze and start chipping off like in that one episode of Jimmy Neutron.

I'm waiting for the spring. Right now I'll take the warm weather, even if I do have to suffer through my horrible seasonal allergies.

Something Unique

In my drama class we all had to stand up in front of the class and tell everyone something unique about ourselves. It was an introductory exercise, meant to really introduce ourselves to the rest of the class. I learned a lot about my fellow classmates, but personally I felt that I flubbed the exercise.

Normally I have no problem with public speaking, except when I'm talking about myself. I can never find something to say, because I can't really describe myself to anyone else. I process things at a mile a minute, throwing away irrelevant information, and deciding whether or not to share another piece of relevant information. Also when I'm nervous there's always some part of me that's moving rapidly. I moved my hands a lot during the exercise. I just don't like presenting myself to be judged, or even observed by anyone that I don't know.

Bearing that in mind, I think that I should attempt once again, with the Internet as my willing (or not so willing) audience.

Something unique about myself. That's something that I have a problem with defining and finding within myself. I feel that as people, we are all told that we are different from each other, but are only rewarded for being homogeneous. We as a society are so quick to cast out the different and strange, that we are unwilling to acknowledge what makes us as individuals strange or different.

What's so different about me? Well, for starters I like comics. In all forms really, but I like reading webcomics and indie comics the most. My ideal career is a comic book artist, but am studying psychology in case that dream is never realized.

I'm a very careful person. It's something that has served me good in life, and made my life easier, but sometimes I feel as if my being so careful and safe is hindering my enjoyment of life. Everything is thought out in depth, but it's unconscious and the thought process is so rapid that I barely notice it.

So I guess that I wanted to say something around those lines.