Monday, March 30, 2009

A random memory

Firstly, I hate March, and I'm glad it's going to be over in two days.

Anyway. The memory has to do with the game Battleship. One of my friends in highschool and I used to play it during one of our classes (I don't remember why we had so much free time but whatever) and it got so stupid that we actually came up with this insane version of Battleship called Raft. Raft is when you choose one spot (literally, like only B5) on the entire board, and the other person has to guess the one spot (e.g. B5) on the board where your raft is. Heh, raft.

~musicalsparks

Tuesday, March 3, 2009

Smarch, brown, white and cats

Smarch: anyone who's seen the Simpsons episode... with the Smarch reference... gets the reference. I haven't seen it in yonks, but it was funny, and fitting. March (and Smarch) weather is horrid, which leads me to

White: (which itself is a corollary to brown)(I think... my brain isn't functining... which has to do with cats, see below) Snow, why is there so much snow in March? My campus got around 8 inches or so, which, thank goodness I am on "Spring Break" this week. What kind of Spring Break is this? It's really just "Winter Break Part II." I despise snow, and winds (making windchills somewhere around -10) and windy snow, and most of all, the freezing cold. I swear, I'm seasonally depressed because I hate winter so very much. December is okay, but by this time of the year, I'm ready to go on a rampage.

Brown: all I see, is brown, brown mud, brown grass. This is contributing to my seasonal depression, I hate seeing brown everywhere. It fucking makes me nuts, and makes me want to rip out my hair, and again, go on a rampage. Where's the nice green grass? 20 acres of brown grassmud ... lordy lordy it's maddening.

as an add in, obviously, fuck the cold weather, seriously.

Finally, cats: I feel so gross and icky right now (hence why my writing/typing is probably sounding half-assed and weirder than normal) to the point where I feel like a cat actually hacked me up out of its stomach.

~musicalsparks