June 21, 2006 at 6:19 PM
June 21st, 2006 at exactly 8:16 AM (EST) was the summer solstice for this year! Everyone feel the excitement. *does mystical thing with hands*Okay, so it isn't that exciting. It gets nothing but 7.5 seconds of the nine o'clock news. World wars, nuclear weapons, gas prices, murder... Surely the arrival of summer is more important. o_O Maybe not.
This week has been so disgusting. Weather wise, that is. Starting on Sunday, it has been hot, humid, muggy, and worst of all, sunny. ;) There's nothing worse than walking down the block with the hot sun beating down your back. (At least it wasn't strawberries, Richard eh?) Perhaps it's just the evil side of me. My favorite season is winter-- Both Vivaldi and otherwise. It's probably the simple joys of builing snowmen (And knocking their heads off >_<), hot chocolate, and dry below freezing temperatures. Ah, that's it. Nothing like a thermometer reading -5oF. Besides, in the winter, you turn the heater on, and it's not so bad. I get to go to bed with three layers of blankets over me without sweating to death. :) I can practice the violin and feel all warm. But summer? Pools, the beach, friends, vacations, ice cream, my birthday, well, okay, it's not that bad. :P
I don't like sweating. I hardly sweat. I don't like it when it's 90 degrees out and I'm inside. I don't like air conditioning (At least the one in my house). It's what I call noise pollution. It buzzes and whirls. Same with fans. How the heck am I susposed to concentrate on anything with them screaming at me? Result? When I'm inside, I sweat. When I practice, I am *this close* to dehydrating. Quite a discomfort.
Therefore, today, in honor of my earth science teacher who helped me pass the regents with flying colors, I will celebrate the Summer Solstice by going into the basement to practice. It's fifty degrees cooler and I will try not to think about the hideous monsters lurking behind the door. Seems like I'm doing myself a favor eh?
Oh and Bram, before I forget, I did promise you a matching mask...
How close, Linda? I can't tell... :P
Or theory #2: you had a traumatizing accident when you were too young to remember in which a magical cow rescued you from cow impersonators and raised you in a society of other magical cows and then returned you to your parents after repeatedly droppping you on your head.
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