Oh my stars! It's been over a month! Well, I hope the wintery festivities were spectacular for everybody.
I have recently been taught how to play Halo. This is a very very dangerous thing. I get flustered easily, and tend to yell at technology when I am having issues with it. I have discovered that I am very good at shooting my own legs. I am hoping I turn out to be better at Black Ops because my irrational fear of zombies will help fuel my killing abilities. Either that or I will regress back into childhood and lay on the ground in a fetal position sucking my thumb and rocking back and forth. I guess time will tell!
I am officially at the point where I'm just done with winter. It was cute when it was snowing at first, but now, it's just obnoxious. When your face hurts after a few minutes outside, just...just stop it! NOBODY LIKES YOU! NO FRIENDS, WINTER! NO FRIENDS! When I was really little, I used to like the feeling of snow melting on my skin, so I would sometimes just put my face into the snow. Not just like, the tip of my nose. No, I would fall facedown into the snow, and just let it melt all over my face. In retrospect, that was probably not a wise choice.
The winter does bring out the poet in me. Even though I'm a music major, I have an internal dialogue like that of a mentally unstable English major. I've always noticed really small details instead of the glaring Goodyear blimp of obvious-ness. One time, in NYC, I had to be yanked back onto the sidewalk by my hair because I saw a really shiny purple pigeon walking around, and I followed it into the street. But I digress. Somehow, the pristine blanket of white covering campus just makes my mind get all mushy and start to narrate my every move, often quite dramatically. I think in a sad attempt to make myself forget about winter, I'm just loosing my mind. For example, I painted the toenails of my plastic velociraptor, Blitzkrieg, Ruby Red the other day. I regret nothing.
I'm going to go lay on the ground and play with Play Doh and listen to Regina Spektor till it's spring.
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