Thursday, December 16, 2010

One more NBA post

So I'm watching the Celtics game against the Hawks, and this is just embarrassing right now. Neither team is really standing out. With the Celtics' win streak on the line, one would think that Boston would do all it could to make the streak 12. But apparently not. While the Celtics are making their fair share of points, they are making minimal efforts to keep the Hawks from scoring, which is half the battle.
At this juncture, I definitely see the Celtics going deep into the postseason. Atlanta, though, is in the same division as the Magic and Heat, and as such, doesn't stand a chance of going anywhere. I don't see why they're even trying.
Other major contenders include the Bulls, Lakers, Spurs and Mavericks. The biggest postseason surprise looks like it will be the Thunder - a team that just moved in the past few years from Seattle to Oklahoma City and has been bottom of the barrel since Ray Allen left. All in all, it will be an interesting, Hawk-less spring, I believe.

Thursday, November 18, 2010

Dear Ozzy Ozbourne,
First of all I’d like to speak in a way you taught me was cool, and say “You’re the man!” I’ve seen your television show, listened to your music with Sabbath as well as solo, and as a huge Black Sabbath fan, I was wondering what happened to make the band break up? Was there some tension between the band members or was the crazy party scene lifestyle just too much for you all? I feel like a lot has changed since the time when you were a frontline rock star, is it nice to have survived that generation of drug use and rock star mentality when some did not? Or is it sad to see some of your fellow musicians pass away due to their lifestyle and fun loving mentality? Either way I’m sure your still livin’ it up, keep on rocking.
John Staiger

Wednesday, November 17, 2010

Far too much

Everyone always talks about senior year being the easy year. The one where you don't have to do much work. When you can relax and pretend to care about school while actually procrastinating on everything you do. But it's not really like that I've found. There is lots of work to be done and things to worry about. Grades still count; colleges still see how you're doing at least for the first semester. As I write this, Im watching the end of a movie I have to watch for spanish. My dartmouth class is taking up way too much of my free time. CAPPS is the only class I've ever taken that doesn't give x periods, and religion is a very reading-heavy class. Really, I can't wait for vacations.
The really confusing thing, though, is that while it's a hard year, I don't really want it to be over, because then everybody starts leaving. So I find I have mixed feelings about everything. But I guess when it's all said and done, there's nothing we can really do. We're all graduating and leaving eventually. Unless anyone has a time turner?

Weather Musings

I love writing the narrative papers, but I really don't like writing the letters/blogs. I feel like I have no direction and I just ramble aimlessly. I want summer. Not even for the vacation, just for the sun and warmth. November is the ugliest month. Who wants cold, wet, muddy rain? I would so much rather be surrounded by grass and flowers and sunshine. I really wish I lived in Hawaii. 70-80 degrees all year long would be heaven. It's kind of funny how much weather effects peoples attitudes and moods though. On rainy days everyone's grumpy, on dark days people are sad and quiet, when its warm out people cheer up, but when it gets too hot people turn grumpy again.

letter

To whom it may concern,
I am having quite a lovely day. I love the rain, all I want to do is go home, start a fire, and hangout. I wish it was snow though that falling and not rain. I want it to snow SO very bad!
I didn't bring a lunch today, which was a bad idea because now I have to walk to the Coop, in the rain, with puddles everywhere. Oh well, it happens to the best of us.
Well now the period is ending because it is a short day--thank goodness--and I must go to class. I hope everyone has a good day!
Niki

Sunday, November 14, 2010

Squirrel Story

I wonder what would happen if I tried to create a story and just kept continuing it or made a different one each time... Hopefully it turns out okay seeing how the blog's. I kind of feel like doing a children's story with an unhappy ending that's slightly disturbing like the Grimm Brothers. Those fairytales in their original forms were pretty gross/not for children. Like in Cinderella with the step sisters cutting off toes and heels to fit into the glass shoe and the birds pecking out the step sisters' eyes in the end. I think I'll do something that's not that disturbing, but just sad.

Even through his dreams he felt the deep vibration. It was coming. Sammy Squirrel snapped his eyes open and sniffed the harsh spring air. The sun hung low in the sky and as he unfurled his bushy tail, he shivered. The frosted branch under his toes hurt. He had to leave his tree to find food otherwise the squirrels would steal the best nuts and seeds. But, it was coming. He could hear its faint screech. He had to go; he couldn't move. His breathing sped up, his pupils dilated. "Go now! Go now!" cried a voice in his head. He stared in horror as he viewed other squirrels flocking around the hazelnut tree across the tracks. Wait any longer and he wouldn't eat. Honk Honk! He could see its steel grotesque. His peanut brain's fight or flight response came, and in that moment, he raced across the tracks. HONK. As he fell into the gaze of its blinding eyes, he became disorientated and fell over. He knew it was over and squeezed his eyes close. The conductor saw the skinny gray squirrel limp ahead and threw on the brakes. The train screamed in protestation but couldn't stop in time. When he felt a slight bump, he knew the squirrel was dead. "Stupid frickin' squirrels," he muttered.

Tuesday, November 2, 2010

Checkboxes

Sometimes I wonder if writing a letter would be simpler. But then I'd have to take the initiative and get the envelope, pick a person, find the address, get some stamps. Simply too much work. Yes I could ramble off about nothing but it's easier to type the write anyways. Plus, who would I write to when, thanks to technology, I can contact them all instantly anyways. The problem is, even on here, I still don't know what to write. Yeah anybody can type on and on and on if they like. But honestly, what's the point in this? I love writing circles and I see the good in Telling Writing, but for me at least, this is just fulfilling a requirement. Five points, check. I guess it's that same old "needing direction" problem I always run in to. Point me in the right direction and get me started and I'm good to go. But without that initial shove I'm like a sailboat, becalmed in the middle of a lake. Well, not that bad, but close. That type of dramatization, is it wrong? People tell me to play certain aspects up when I write but if it's not true, does that mean I shouldn't be saying it? So many questions, so few answers, everything is just a mumble-jumble of confusion. But yet again, I checked this box off.