[Okay, I'm sure the grand two of you who follow this word-hash have noticed a severe lack of recent blogging these past few months. In my usual brilliance I would attribute this to the fact that Snowl has nothing worth reporting to the world as of late. However, that would not be entirely fair on Snowl's behalf and (since she will likely eventually see that I snuck on and wrote this) I must say that her usual insight and 'wisdom' is sorely missed by the world (of two readers who follow her blog). Hence, I, the Amazing Orville, have decided to fill you all in on Snowl's happenings, since the poor gal is too preoccupied with that whole 'life' thing to do so herself. Prepare, dear mortals, for the Orville's first monologue report!
I should probably point out that Snowl is plowing through the first semester of her last year of undergrad college... so her usual energies put into this blog have been re-funneled into studies. On top of that, the poor mess fought off chronic migraines for the first two months of school. (And as much as I enjoyed the extra cuddle time, she did look rather pathetic in that state.) Thankfully, modern science came through with a cure and I now get to make druggie jokes at her expense, since the school nurse wrote her a RX to chase the head-pains away. Now she is trying to make up the first couple months' worth of homework in the past couple weeks. (Makes me grateful I'm an owl and therefore inherently brilliant and all-knowing so that studies are unnecessary.)
On top of time-consuming classwork and daily brain-implosions, Snowl also had to cope with her first semester roomie-less (save for me, of course, and I simply don't understand why I didn't suffice. whatever.) as the dear Tulio/Rutt/Roy was absent, and many of her friends flew off into the world with their diplomas in hand at the end of last term. (Moper. Get over it and make new friends. Or hang with me more!) On top of that, one of her greater efforts at making a new friend suffered a fall-out at the end of summer which she -still- hasn't fully recovered from. (Girly, as much as I like the guy, he's not worth your poetry IMHO. MOVE ON.) So on top of course work, migraines and loneliness, she seemed repeatedly depressed at the lack of this douche-bag she'd grown so freakin' attached to. (I just don't get girls. He constantly flakes and messes with your head, but throw her a bone of your time and *poof!* she's right back to square one. 'Oh Orville, I just don't understand.' 'Oh Orville, I miss him so much.' 'Oh Orville...etc.' Pardon me while I vomit dust bunnies. Pathetic. Er, no offense Snowl. I love you. ... Erm, yes. *cough* ) (If you ask me they were both playing too carefully and ended up stalemating, so no one won. Humans and their dumb games... time to reset the board and start fresh. Maybe they can do better a second time around. *eyeroll*) But who needs love when you've got an ORVILLE like me?? Silly Snowl.
On a more positive note, Snowl was granted the honor of co-running Epiphany this year, which has been (although time-consuming) a positive inspiration for her writing. It is also forcing her to talk to more people, which I generally encourage (darn hermit). She is also on floor council again this semester, and has enjoyed meeting the new girls on W1S (which is pretty much the best kept secret of awesomeness at EU. just sayin'.) I myself got to play in the floor bunko party, and promptly defeated Snowl with a better score card (and no, I haven't let her hear the end of it since!). I also acquired several numbas from da lovely ladies~~*cough*. But yes, there have been definite highlights to this semester as well, and most of those highlights revolve around the darling people in her life (special props to 'Renee,' Turnip-Head, Roomie-turned-RA, and the Beauties of 117 for your awesomeness that brings sunshine on the dreariest of days).
As for me, life is as usual. I chill in bed most the time, Snowl smushes me in her sleep and fishes me from the crack between her bed and the wall in the morning, and I get to entertain guests she has over. I kinda smell like a mix of bed-head and febreeze, which is awesome. And as always, don't crack a joke at me, because I will glare at you. I have no sense of humor. At all. *glares*
I should probably wrap this up because the mistress will be back soon from Wally World. Oh, and don't mention this blog to her--I want to see how long it takes Snowl to figure it out. HA.
-Orville out.]
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