The Cold Body

No, I didn’t kill anybody, I’m just posting this while sitting at my computer desk which just so happens to exist next to one of the draftiest windows in the house. It’s a serious problem and my knees are prickling with new hair as the follicles sway in the breeze and cause my freshly shaved legs to go straight back to their previous, Chewbacca-esque, state. Oh, god, that sounds pretty gross.

I am also coming down with a cold, so the title makes more sense than cool whip. 

I would like to give a shout-out to my two new lovely followers, who both followed me in the last 24 hours. I don’t know why you do the foolish things you do, but I appreciate that you do them and I hope you enjoy my blog for days to come (I don’t have high expectations of you or me).

Today, I woke up very early to head over to my local school for my weekly meeting with my LEG. I leave my leg at school because it likes some separation and thinks I can cope on my own without it. Needless to say, the leg that has committed to me is far more muscular.

No, but a LEG is basically the person who assists you on the path to success when you’re taking virtual classes. I have to meet with her every week for her to tell me how far behind I am and how bad I’m doing and how I suck at life. They call this constructive criticism or ‘positive reinforcement’. I call it…

Please hold while I come up with something witty.

Okay, not going to happen. I think my plan for the day is to take a nap (yes, right now) and then do some assignments so I don’t get the mid-day phone call of disappointment. Or email. The devil uses email now.

Okay, so it’s not actually that bad and if I’m going to be talking about anyone actually harassing me about classes, it is my mother. She has just brought up the fact that she believes that if I’m not doing school, life is a constant party. I don’t quite know how that makes sense, but it was a lead-up to:

“If you’re not doing school all day today, you’re going to shovel snow all day, because you are not allowed to sleep off a cold or post a blog until you graduate from high school, college, and grad school.”

Or something along those lines. But I am going to go eat some food and then take a nap (because I am eighteen years old and I know that my functionality is at an all-time low when I’m getting some sleep but not enough. Really, I would rather go back to my five months per year as a terrible insomniac than deal with 4 hours a night) because you’re not the boss of me now and you’re not so big.

Life is unfaiiirrrrr. Wink.

Love ya!


About mylifeinheartbeats

Telea is an aspiring Musician who spends too much time aspiring to be a Writer who thinks she's a Comedian. There's not much more to know, except for everything. Telea has a tendency to not think before she speaks or acts. She enjoys chocolate, long walks on the beach, and talking about herself in the third person. She wants to get to know you, so please send her your Name, Address, and SSN. Telea promises that, though she has indeed committed one count of Lewd and Lascivious behavior (to be tried under a court of law), she is a good person and will not intentionally harm you/expose herself to you/hate you for your stupid perspectives/axe-murder you. Telea believes in the greater good, Nutella, peace, free love for all, and snuggles. She chooses Bacon over you, unless you come bearing bacon. She is a fat woman trapped inside a curvy woman's body. She is not for sale unless the price tag you put on her has something to do with world peace. She will sell herself for world peace. She hopes in the deepest of her heart places that you will enjoy her blog and find reason to follow it. Telea thanks you.

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