On second thought....

Perhaps this is just boredom or...hell I don't even know what else to call it. Back to blogging, but to tell you the truth, it's only because the movie I am streaming needs some time to load. You would think that the internet would be relatively speedy when you're the only one using the high speed internet, but alas it is not so. Therefore I am left here waiting, nothing better to do on the one day of my holidays where I am not surrounded by loving family members. Now, I enjoy this alone time, don't get me wrong. In fact, I have been looking forward to today. I have no obligations, no schedule and no one bothering me. It's glorious.
There is just something about Christmas holidays that after a while you feel like you need a break from your break, or just the end of holidays. I am ready to go back to school and work on the next segment of hellish reading, writing and studying until the summer holidays come round again.

Fail

I was intending on starting some amazing blog that people would actually read. Of course this means actually finding something interesting to write about, which I havn't. Perhaps I was planning this amazing social commentary space where people come to read sarcastic, witty and hilarious thoughts that I had on the world around me. BUT, that also hasn't happened. In fact, no one reads this yet. Probably no one will. I guess I am in such a pessimistic sort of mood that I denounce the blogging world as hopeless and stupid. Who goes into this actually believing that someone will stumble upon the blog and actually start reading it regularly? My general lack of posting has ensured that if anyone did stumble upon this, they would think it yet another piece of abandoned internet junk. It is yet another fail because this is far from anonymous, I cannot even say what i really think in case someone i know actually starts reading it. what a faaaiiiiil. goodbye, the end. here is my final goodbye, this blog is now a peice of official internet junk

Frigid.

Snow, rain, ice...winter is long overstaying its welcome.
All I want right now is a little warmth and a hint of blue skies and sun. Is this what they call cabin fever? I truely have no idea.
Swimming in warm lake water, drinks on the dock, starry night skies. ahhh that would be nice.

Personal Statement Of Experience

Concurrent Education involves filling out numerous questions on who I am as a person and what I plan to do with my life. How will I be a good teacher? What personality traits do i have that will make me a good teacher. What possible past experience will pertain to your career choice?
What would they say if i just wrote
"I AM AWESOME!" in every box?

Its ages away yet everyone (by that I mean all the girls) are freaking out about prom. Dresses, dates, pictures, hair etc. what they really dont know is that all that fuss is really anti-climatic. Like really, you sit down, eat dinner and then dance with a whole bunch of semi-intoxicated people. Then, everyone who actually partys leaves really early to go to the after partys (maybe that's what the real attraction is). But who am I to complain...I'm going anyways.

Mother Nature Hates Me.

Winter is something I usually embrace. I was planning on doing so today.
Last night I dug out my snowpants and skis and got all ready to go skiing today.
This morning, however, my plans were crushed by 90 mile an hour winds and icy roads. Needless to say, I am not shooshing down a steep incline, but am once again sitting infront of my computer, embracing the long weekend urge to do nothing but sit around all day in pants with a stretchy waistband...
This is the third or fourth time that Mother Nature has spoiled some pretty awesome plans for me. I think I am being sent a message, but I wish I knew what it was.

Birthdays?

My beautiful springlike day has given away to a rather scary night.
Though birthdays are generally thought to be a good thing I sometimes think differently. Not only is it celebrating another year gone before you die, but you also have to go through the hassle of holding some form of celebration. So...you're one year closer to death so you bring people into your home and you feed them birthday cake (the chlorestoral helping you all towards death all the faster).
Now, to have people over, you also have to scrub and polish your home to perfection. While I agree that your house shouldn't be disgusting, I also think that it is a bit much to polish the hardwood and wash the kitchen floor within half an hour of people coming over.