A series of Unfortunate Ramblings

I can't choose a good title until i have decided what i will write about i suppose. So that will wait for last.

So here is my blog....and there goes my inspiration....

OH, so today i wrote a special order free verse poem for my friend Jenn. She wanted one about her Dad's dog who died the other week. He treated that dog like a human. So i just asked her to tell me about it and then wrote. It turned out really well, and she cried when she read it. Part of me felt triumphant that i could evoke so much emotion through my writing. Perhaps creative writing was a decent choice for a major after all. :-D It was a great confidence provider for me to know that i posess enough skill (and not just talent) to be able to write a poem on the spot like that and have it turn out well enough to the untrained eye. *joy*

So, my friend Steve lives in Texas. They had snow like 2 weeks ago. I live in North Carolina/Virginia and we have been wearing maybe a hoodie to keep warm from the "cold winter weather". Wtf? Now, perhaps my frustration comes from growing up in Maine, where snow is a given and happens, without fail, every winter. Im completely okay with that as well, because the it's a dry cold, and therefore doesn't feel as horrible as the damp cold that seeps into your bones down here.

For the last 8 or so years that i have lived here, i have also taken note that winter doesnt start until oh, March or so. So when i saw the weather forecast saying it was supposed to snow like crazy in both these places, i balked, but i also packed my bags and made sure to be home before any of it was supposed to hit. But, what a tease! I went outside a few hours ago, around 4:30, and sure enough, tiny, salt-like flakes were slamming into things, spaced-out and far from one another. Promising. However, it stopped by the time i made it back to my house about an hour after that. Now if ever my life centered around irony-which i assure you it does- It began snowing less than 5 miles from my house- but not at my house.

Just now, upon looking out the window, i see that it has in fact started snowing. There seems to be a good couple inches on the ground. Well good grief. Now that i am getting what i want, though, i can only think of my plans to go over to Main street to the Lucky H to visit with friends and watch one of their friends bands play. Upon telling my grandmother of my plans, she felt a need to inform me that fights had broken out there recently, and on both occasions, someone had been thrown through the window. The second time occured before the first window even had a chance to be fixed. Does it make me a bad person to think to myself-- sounds like a fun place....those people dont sound like they'll be too stuck up to just chill. Granted, they got into a bar fight, but i mean, you cant take life too seriously if you allow yourself a good bar fight from time to time, am i right?

On another note, i hate Christmas. Just puttin that out there. Every time someone wishes me a Merry Christmas i want to start an argument about saying Happy Holidays instead, and every time someone says happy holidays i want to spit. I think this holiday probably has a major impact on the national debt, this and every other organized holiday. Its not that i never had a good one, ive had my share, but being as in tune to the effects of holidays on people stress levels as i am and was i quickly learned that holidays, especially Christmas, are more trouble than they're worth. If the government decides to take out all organized holidays (except July 4th-- i like that one) i will be right behind them. Of course, i will still gladly take the month long break from school....