Umbrellas are ANNOYING.

This was me yesterday:

As you can see from the glum expression on the penguin's face, I wasn't feeling too joyous (is that proper grammar? or would you say 'joyful'?) about something in the world.

Looking at the picture, you would probably infer that the thing that was bugging me was the pelting rain, but in reality, it was the fact that I had to carry an umbrella. I was like, "Why does this umbrella have to be over my head blocking me from the rain?! I want the raaaaaain!!!!"

But everyone else loved their umbrellas. They were like:



Yayyy! Our feeble heads are sheltered from falling liquid! We must rejoice!

Meanwhile, while I was glaring at them, I was fuming about the fact that I had to carry this stupid umbrella that I didn't want to use, and if I just dropped it then that would be bad, and this awful umbrella was taking up space and my poor hand deserved to carry something much more useful.
I was like:

And that is how the day went, until the rain cleared up a bit.