Poetry & Prozac

Dear online weather forecasting services,

I realize this is my problem, and possibly mine alone, but I DO NOT KNOW WHAT 30-degree WEATHER FEELS LIKE! Does that mean I need a coat? 'Cause I totally have a big fluffy green coat thing. It is probably overkill but I would rather be warm and look stupid than be the awesomest looking cold dead person. Should I be packing sweaters and turtlenecks with said coat? Or is 30 like a hoodie and a sweater and a long sleeved shirt? Or just a hoodie and a shirt? I don't own boots. I lost my hat at hockey game. WHY DON'T YOU HAVE ANSWERS FOR ME WEATHER-SERVICE?!?!?!?!?!

I WAS BORN AND RAISED IN SOUTHERN CALIFORNIA! I THINK 60-degrees IS COLD! It is almost 70 outside and I kind of want to turn the heater on. (On the other hand, hit me up with a little 93, maybe 105, THAT I CAN WORK WITH!)

Basically, my question is: But what does 30-degrees MEAN?

Sincerely,
Kelsey

PS - In case it is not obvious, I am starting to pack for my trip to New York City (and surrounding) on Thursday. And I don't know what 30 degrees means.

At my parents again. Took me 3 tries to get Firefox to not crash when I opened the update page. *sigh*

Anyway, this update is about pointless bandslash things. If that's not your thing, go ahead and keep scrolling. It's cool.

* I realized today that Ryan Ross reminds me of Andy Warhol. Possibly someone else made this comparison first, but anyway. Huh.

* Patrick Stump's speaking voice reminds me of someone. An actor, in comedy, I want to say. Probably currently. Help?

* I went to the mall today. I came thisclose to making a voice post when I walked in and they were playing Matchbox Twenty's "Real World" on the loud speaker. When did I get to be old enough that one of my favorite songs is mall music? Granted it's been 10 years, but, wow, crisis of old. That isn't the bandslash part. The bandslash part is: I went to Bath and Body Works. There was an obnoxious salesgirl who sprayed stuff on me. The whole FUN of Bath and Body Works is CHOOSING what to spray yourself with. What if I had wanted to smell like Christmas? Not that I'm much a fan of Sensual Amber, though I bet it would smell good on a guy and I kind of really want to sniff Jon Walker. Anyway. I walked around and just grabbed intriguing scents to sniff (why does Bath and Body Works have three different cherry blossom scents? And no cherry fruit scents?). They brought back Pink Grapefruit, which is sort of annoying, but it smells less bad-candy-ish than it used to, and a peach scent. For the love of god, why won't they bring back Fresh Ginger Lime, the only B&BW scent I have ever LOVED. Whhhhy? They also seem to not be carrying my Rose Balm, though they're still carrying C.O. Bigelow stuff, so I may have to hit up their website (or maybe even hit up their STORE when I'm in New York this summer). Bath and Body Works have a food-y line now (one of which is Iced Tea, which, while scarily accurate, why would anyone necessarily WANT to smell like Iced Tea?). I decided that I really really want Jon Walker's next purchase to be the Pecan Pie fragrance. That would be... uh. Good.

So, that turned into a less bandslash, more Bath and Body Works post. (Today I also had lunch with girthygrizelda, hung out with my parents a little, went to dinner with girthygrizelda and her mom, bought new jeans [again, I am losing at jeans buying these days], and had Frozen Yogurt [Fro-Yo, THANKS Julie Cooper] at the cool make-your-own place.)