Summer Starts in April

Interesting fact: pigs do not have sweat glands. So it is incorrect to say, "I'm sweating like a pig." It is more correct to say, "I am contemplating going back to actually sweating instead of exuding an aura of cold water because I am getting awfully damp here and my hair has seen many, many better days." I look like I got caught out in the rain, which would be okay except it's not raining, so people are going to assume that I really sweat this much, which would be unimaginably gross. I know I've got it better than most of the baseline humans (someone on my campus collapsed from heatstroke today) but I still loathe this weather. The little frost aura thing doesn't do crap in the direct sunlight, and I can't up its effects without soaking a five-foot radius, which I've done by accident several times already. At least I can't do the frost-skin thing by accident; that takes finesse. I've tried making cold without water, which drops the temperature about ten degrees but usually results in nosebleeds. Not telepath-style brain leaks, but the kind caused by cold, dry air. Which is doubly weird considering how humid Florida is. However it works, giving myself nosebleeds and chapped lips is definitely not a superpower I want to pursue. I wound up compromising by sneakily making little ice chips and sticking them in a ziplock bag.