The urge to change into cutoffs and a t-shirt, go out and jump on the trampoline and play German Spotlight is starting to get a little overwhelming. The other day dad told me that it was "nice" outside. I got super excited and ran out the front door only to jump back inside, close the door, and stare at the thermometer that is across from the door on the edge of the porch. Yeah, 40s is really "nice". Really "nice"that its the second of march and its still late November early December weather. Its "nice" that this has been going on for four or more months now.
I have never gotten more bored of the house than I have this winter, but I'm sure by the time summer comes around I'm going to be sitting on top of the vent eating an ice pop and reading books about snow and ice and thinking about how I really would like to lick an icicle off of a building, because ice pops and such just don't do the trick, and how our newly organic lawn that refuses to turn brown for anything (even three weeks under the snow) is so misleading, because when its unbearably hot or unbearably cold, I use the color of the grass as a thermometer.
"Hey look, the grass is so lush and green, I bet its really nice out there!" walks outside - runs back in, "BURNING BRICKS! MY FEET ARE BURNT OFF! OH THE PAIN!" And then I will go on with my week not going outside a single time and glaring at the deceiving grass whenever I get the chance.
And the cold is just as bad.
Sometimes I go out and lounge in the hot tub for a couple of unbearable minutes. Every time I get in the tub of hot, my body goes though a series of uncomfortable waves of pain. Ten uncomfortable waves, to be exact:
First, I have to change into my swimsuit, which is not only cold, but also tight and if that doesn't snap me out of my laziness, the next step will, after I get my towel.
Second, I dash out to the tub, taking my towel with me, and if I'm really feeling cold, I'll skip the 'put on some shoes' stage so I can get in the tub faster. I open the lid and run back inside where I grumble about how I should have put on shoes, and try to get up the nerve to run out again.
Third, I run out again and jump in the tub.
Fourth. I jump out of the tub faster than light, because going from 30 below degrees to 104 degrees is never fun. And then I have to put my tow in and wiggle it around, while my body begins to shiver again, and I wonder if it was really all that bad jumping in the water at once.
Fifth, I submerge myself slowly, soon before my hair freezes.
Sixth, I sit in the hot steaminess for about five seconds before I decide to get my head wet again, which always turns out to be a bad idea, no matter how fun it may seem.
Seventh. Hot again. I jump out of the tub and run around the snow and possibly roll around, but usually only if there is someone there to dare me to do it.
Eighth. I jump back in and my whole body, but mostly my feet, begins to sting like the dickens, as my grandmother says, and I try to take the pain silently, while I gripe about how my hair is freezing, and it doesn't feel good, no matter how cool spiked hair looks. theres just no reward.
Nine. I get hot again and I lift my feet out of the water and grab some snow to munch on. Its about at this point that our dog comes along and starts licking out of the water, and occasionally one of our cats, who usually falls in after getting a little too curious.
Ten. Then I get out (my feet freezing in the process) and I drip water all around the house because it just happens that my room is on the complete other side of the house.
My life is so hard.
Anyway, enough of moping! Is Magical March! (march madness can get a little life) and today is the day to tell everyone something amazing and interesting about PHOENIXES! Like Fawkes!
The Phoenix is a mythical sacred fire bird that originated in ancient Phoenician mythology. It was also in Chinese mythology, Egyptian religion and later Greek mythology.
Somebody unimportant describes the phoenix:
"It was of the size of an eagle, but its eyes were as mild and tender as those of the eagle are fierce and threatening. Its beak was the color of a rose, and seemed to resemble. Its neck resembled al the colors of the rainbow, but more brilliant and lively. A thousand shades of gold glistening on its plimage. Its feet seemed a mixture of purple and silver, and its tail of those beautiful birds which were afterwards fixed to the car of Juno (Aphrodite, the most beautiful of the gods) did not come near the beauty of its tail."
Interesting? Good.
-Michelle
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