Es ist sehr kalt!

Y'see, what I learnt in GCSE German hasn't been completely wasted! It's cold. So very cold. There's no denying it. We're getting snow in late November and early December, and everyone's freezing their gonads off. What fun. Could you imagine if this spread all the way until Christmas day? We'd never hear the last of "2010's White Christmas". I can't say I particularly like the idea of that - especially considering that it'd stop the family from congregating. Actually, if we were to have a white Christmas, wouldn't that mean Bing Crosby would never have to dream of experiencing one again? So theoretically we'll never have to hear that blasted song again...! FUCK YOU, CHRISTMAS SPIRIT! Ahem. But no, seriously, it's pretty damn cold out now, and I'm not liking it. Traditionally I'll be wearing t-shirts and thin trousers in the winter (causing my mum to freak like Shigeru Miyamoto after he's seen Playstation Move's sales performance), but this year, I'm in long sleeved tops and a coat, and I'm still cold. What's that all about? Have I all of a sudden become very sensitive to the cold? Maybe it's just because I'm down by the coast every day. As if being close to Yarmouth was bad enough, now I can freeze my bollocks off while I'm there and taking my A Levels. I refuse to wear hats and scarves though. I have an innate aversion to them, I think. Or maybe I had a mentally damaging accident with them when I was younger, that I just don't remember. Maybe it'd be best for me if I can't remember it? For me, not even the appeal of being able to act out a role play of a hat saying "You hang around while I go on ahead" to a scarf is enough to get me to want to wear them. On a side note, born out of curiosity, if it snows while the sun is shining, can we see a 'snowbow'?