Spring Break

Alright, so since I haven’t been writing anything on here lately (which really is a shame) because of all these school deadlines I’ve been fighting against, I’m going to just post a bunch of my assignments.

I guess it’s sort of some February Filler, since it’s been two weeks since I even posted any lyrics (of which I have a plenty).

These assignments could probably use some work, but I’m going to take the easy/lazy route and not edit them before I post them.

I imagine one day I’ll enjoy looking back on them as how ‘cute’ or something similar (awful? trite? disastrous?) it is that they once passed for something of pride. Of course, this is based on my assumption that my writing will in fact get better instead of worse, which I think is always the thing to hope for. Self-improvement for the win.

Let the posts BEGIN!

Oh, and p.s. – I have time for this and hopefully some original writing now because it’s Spring Break, in case the title didn’t give that away.

What’s Goin’ On

Christmas was good – and humorous.

Got a shiny new laptop (which I’m typing on now – huzzah!), a dorky hat, and have eaten waaaaay too many sweets in the last week. (Telling Tara to make extra donuts was a bit of a mistake…)

The Christmas tree my Dad and brother liberated from the back woods of my parents’ cabin kept making me think ‘Merry Christmas, Charlie Brown.’ Now, this wasn’t because it was scraggly or anything, but I think just more because I’ve never had a real Christmas tree before. Well, and it did keep falling over. Enter humor.

Shortly after putting all the presents under the tree Christmas Eve, said tree decided to topple for the first of several post mortem suicide (oxymoron? or just impossible…) attempts, dousing the gifts below.

So the table became the new tree.

Santa didn’t seem to have a problem finding it.

Cut to the next afternoon, around 2pm with Mom taking her first try at the Wii, and everyone else (Dad, brother, brother’s friend) on a laptop or cell phone, and turkey (not mine, obviously) roasting in the oven.

Suddenly the power started surging, and took its sweet time deciding (teasing us, really) whether or not it would go out for a good 30 seconds of on off action before extinguishing.

And so it stayed, leaving my Tofurky to wait until yesterday for roasting, and my Christmas belly rather hungry since raw tofu isn’t really a dish I subscribe to.

In other news, have I ever told you how much I love Jeremy Fisher?

If you watch this (or any of his videos, really), I’m sure you’ll see why: