88 degrees farenheit in San Juan, Puerto Rico, according to the weather guide. Eighty-eight. Umm, that’s a lot, and also, completely incorrect. Had it been 88 degrees, I would not have broken into a puddle of sweat two minutes after leaving my apartment building. Seriously, I don’t know who decides to rate these temperature-telling devices, I’ve been told it’s thermometers, but I do believe we are in dire need of some serious fine-tuning.
I was walking to school today and quickly noticed that I was in fact 75% water, as scientists say. I began perspirating and perspirating and perspirating. GOODNESS, it’s late September, when will the temperature change, you know? Enough is enough, Lord. You’ve made your point with this heat, now can we pleaaaase move on to December? I cannot continue walking to school with wet clothes, I cannot. I’m sick and tired of it, and it’s cruel and unjust. Sure, I could DRIVE, but I’d be contributing to global warming as I’d be using my car innecessarily. There’s also the fact that the parking here sucks and that gas prices are not people-friendly. I’m currently undergoing a difficult time in my life where I find myself unable to spend as much money as I would like. This includes gas. So walking it is.
I’ve always walked to school. It’s just easier. “Easier” I should say. It’s rather uncomfortable to walk by people who do not seem to sweat at all, while you, yourself, are wet from head to toe. And I wasn’t even wearing my tight jeans today! Ok, they’re a little tight, but they’re not tiiiiight. Wearing tight jeans in high temperatures? Not a good idea. I first realized what a stupid idea it was the day I went to Old San Juan with my friends. You guys should remember the entry. I even added a slideshow, so you better remember. If not, look it up in the August archives. So yeah, anyway. That day was quite hot and I realized and TOLD myself, “Regner, you may never again wear skinny leg jeans to go to Old San Juan.”
A world of good that did me.
When oz came to Puerto Rico, we indeed DID go to Old San Juan during the afternoon. While the sun was setting. Beautiful afternoon, yes, but what was Reggles wearing? That’s right. Skinny leg jeans. I think we all know what happened. Puddle of sweat. You can ask oz, who was dying too. We had to go get something to drink.
So here I am in the library writing this entry, while casually glancing to the side. I am furthermore able to appreciate the beautiful day that we are having today and I’m thinking to myself “You have to walk back to the apartment now.” On my way there, I will sweat like a mutha aaaalll over again, and the story will repeat itself until May cometh. When classes end.
Which reminds me, it’s only September, I have not taken ONE single quiz/test, and I am already looking forward to May. There is absolutely nothing that can console me. Except the thought of December vacations.
Ah, Winter Wonderland. The stunning temperature drops will cool as ALL down, for instead of it being 88 degrees, we will be exposed to, a plunging, 85 degree weather. I hear it might snow this year, but we’ll see.
xReggles
