but baby, its cold outside

this was a blog that one of my roommates posted and i thought that it was so good that it belonged on my blog as well.
enjoy


I and my friends arrived here during the hottest months of the year. 120 degrees Fahrenheit was a daily thing. I think I even remember commenting once that every time I went for an extended walk, it felt "like my hair was burning."

Yes, we all arrived in the Sandbox about 9 months ago with blood thickened from an American winter, and the north African summer promptly and relentlessly treated us like first-year cadets at a military college. Felt bad.


But now, winter is upon us, and since our bodies have adapted to the temperatures here, we've found that we are actually chilly in the evenings. Just now, Jason and I were arguing over which of us should run across the street to the little general store and buy soda (oh how we crave it!). Here's a snippet of that conversation:

"You owe me. I went last time!" says Jason.

"What? You did not! When?" I say, showing my usual lack of thought before giving a response which contradicts itself.

"I got stuff for both you and Jamie. You wanted milk," he responds.

"Oh. Yeah, ok, but... I don't wanna go!" I say maturely.

"We should go in turns. That way we both don't have to go out into the cold," says Jason.

Jamie chimes in from the next room: "It's not that cold outside."

I am wryly incredulous. "Are you kidding me? It's 72 degrees!"


i know...sounds crazy huh