hup two three four...

march... two, three, four...

i dislike march as much as some others i know have a disregard for the january... for the bleakness of it all.

march is that not yet spring month. it's the month of waiting for the ground to be ready to accept the seeds, even though the trees are starting to bud. it's a month of too-cold-for-open-windows-at-night - - even though the frogs are already singing. it's the month of winter is over, but it's not yet spring. march is a tease; not even a flirt - april is definitely a flirt...

oh - and march is also the month of college basketball nuttiness (i really don't like basketball).

and even though i'm Irish, i'm not a big fan of st. patrick's day either. who ever thought that a pinch was a good way to make someone feel even worse about forgetting to lay out the green socks (that didn't really go with the school uniform anyway) way back in 4th grade?

what's more, the more i think on it, the more i realise that march is also the ohio-on-a-roadtrip of months... january and february breeze (freeze?) right by... march, on the other hand, drags itself like a zombie's bad leg through the better part of five weeks. march is the traffic jam that hits me like 5 mintues before i get to spring... you know the traffic jam i'm talking about, the one that takes you 31 minutes at a quarter of a mile an hour to get through. and of course, with march, there's no service drive or altnerate route... you just have to suffer your way through it.

all i have left to say is that i'm glad it's over... that and Happy April to all you flirts out there.