Wow, was it cold today. I had to wake up for my wonderful 7:30 AM ENGR117 lab. And there was a total lack of warmness. I couldn't find any warm anywhere. The sun wasn't up, and I could feel the biting wind's teeth getting into the flesh. Yeah.
I was cold. I think I covered that several times, but I want to get this point across. Walking to class at 7:15 I was about a quarter way to class and I start to wonder if I covered everything on the wake-up checklist. It was as if the air was travelling unimpeaded to my ...legs.Taking a quick glance around to make sure no one was around and looking my way, or at least anyone I knew, because you can never check the fly subtley, I check for a couple things, first and foremost, that my pants weren't as afraid of heights as I am, and observe the phenomenon of legs moving without actually feeling them move. It's like the opposite of having a broken arm, where you know you're moving the muscles for the bones, but right after the intense pain and blood-curdling scream, you can't help but wonder at it just staying there.
Well, it turned out that everything was in its proper position, and it was at this point where I discovered the definition of true coldness. When you feel a draft and the door is closed, it is truely cold. When you want to convey to someone that it is a dandy of a cold day, coldness in mint condition, just say, "Yeah, it's so cold, you don't know if you zipped up this morning or not." Shake your heads in bewilderment at the fact I'm saying this, but you know it is true. I'm just the only person you know who will say stuff like this when totally sober. Also, I'm also the only person bored enough to write a thesis on my research into properly describing "really cold."
But really, zippers are the week spot in clothing. I think they would come up with insulated zippers by now. 120 years of jeans, and they still haven't come out with a model with insulated zippers. I guess they are just waiting for me to come out with it. Yeah, that must be it.