God it's cold.

My Dad keeps our house at a chilly 62 degrees and down here in the subterranean arctic (more widely known as our basement) it's a finger numbing 56.

That's right folks, I'm wearing a winter jacket and scarf, inside my house.

Sometimes it's really sad living in Vermont ::shakes head::

Every other day I go outside for gym in a unit called Orienteering, which is basically where you just roam around the woods, getting lost and kicking up autumn leaves. And those days are always the coldest, so much so that in the first five minutes of class, no one can feel the lower half of their bodies and it takes them the rest of the day to realize they still have toes.

I'd swear the weather is controlled by Communists stowed away in some evil lair laughing maniacally at every snowfall and frost. They probably press the rewind button on millions of people who slip on their way to the mailbox or who have to dig their car out from three feet of snow. The one I especially like is when you toil for an hour shoveling thick, heavy snow from your driveway and when you're finally finished, there's another two inches that's already collected.

Those bastards.

This is what it must feel like to live in the arctic, where 60 degrees is considered a heat wave ::shudder::

Is it so much to ask that when the sun shines, it actually be warm?

Oh, the cold was alright when you were six, where you didn't care that you had snot on your face from your running nose and you actually went out in public with bright pink snowpants and a pom-pom hat of Big Bird.

But now the snow is a burden and doesn't look quite as appetizing as the mouthfuls we all used to eat as kids when parents weren't looking.

It's all part of the Communist's plans, to break us of our free will and keep us caged in our insulated homes until spring. Then they can run their operation virtually unbothered, creating new Teletubbie episodes to brainwash our children and give them speech impediments. (Come on, if you grew up with 4 things that spoke like they had each swallowed a vat of rubber cement, you wouldn't pronounce your t's right either.)

So the Teletubbies run rampant on their dumpy little legs in their bunny and sunshine filled world and I'm still cold.

Damn.