By the title I do not whish to imply that the actual spring holiday is here - otherwise I would have reffered to it as the easter holiday, in fond memory of those days when we had a holiday around easter, which just seems cooler and more purposeful than a holiday around... spring.
What I do wish to imply is that spring break is upon us; that is to say, spring is in the act of braking. Now I know it can seem all girly to get too much into the whole 'beauty of nature' thing, especially on such a manly blog, but spring breaking is awesome, mostly because it all seems to be breaking in one day, as if the giant egg the summer months has all of a sudden been chipped at from the inside, revealing just the teeniest peek of all the sunshiney goodness.
I'm a big fan of sunshine - it makes grumpy people happy and throws lessons out of the classroom and onto the field. Aside from this, it just makes everything shiny, which makes upholding a stupidly cheerful demeanor about as much effort as breathing, resulting in more smiley people.
Anyway, I've gone beyond the margin of coolness in terms of how long it is acceptable to linger on such an effeminate topic, but it really was great. I noticed out of the blue when I was walking to form that there had been an unearthly amount of wagtails about (a phenomenon that persisted throughout the rest of the day, they seemed to be following me), all flittering too and fro, along with a stupendously dense gathering of squabbaling seaguls. In the very centre of this commontion stood two sleek statues - a pair of magpies shimmered silently (sillibance FTW) in the fresh afternoon sun, their beaks just centimetres apart, like they were doing some bizarre courtship ritual to guise over the fact they were just eyeing each other up.
Bex Gregsby's been asking for a mention here for ages. That was it.
Today on the bus was also the best thing ever. I was gently busting out a bit of kazoo when this guy who's name escapes me, but was really awesome, sat at the front of the bus and started playing 'the wheels on the bus' with everyone singing along. Everyone was happy, the college boys at the back were confused by something so community spirited, and then, highlight of all highlights, we rounded of the number with a kazoo solo led by yours truly. Awesome. After that we hit some Bob Marley and the like, as well as a peculiar acoustic version of 'Bonkers', to which nobody really knew the words, but he got off after a few stops.
My NERF Raider has arrived. For those of you who dont know, a NERF Raider is as close to a deadly weapon as you can get with everybody's favourite 'Non-Expanding, Recreational Foam'. (Save maybe the new Stampede, and of course the Vulcan) Unfortuantely, I have to finish my I.T coursework before I can take it out of the box. Pretty good incentive though. Watch out, fluffy kitten, watch out.
What I do wish to imply is that spring break is upon us; that is to say, spring is in the act of braking. Now I know it can seem all girly to get too much into the whole 'beauty of nature' thing, especially on such a manly blog, but spring breaking is awesome, mostly because it all seems to be breaking in one day, as if the giant egg the summer months has all of a sudden been chipped at from the inside, revealing just the teeniest peek of all the sunshiney goodness.
I'm a big fan of sunshine - it makes grumpy people happy and throws lessons out of the classroom and onto the field. Aside from this, it just makes everything shiny, which makes upholding a stupidly cheerful demeanor about as much effort as breathing, resulting in more smiley people.
Anyway, I've gone beyond the margin of coolness in terms of how long it is acceptable to linger on such an effeminate topic, but it really was great. I noticed out of the blue when I was walking to form that there had been an unearthly amount of wagtails about (a phenomenon that persisted throughout the rest of the day, they seemed to be following me), all flittering too and fro, along with a stupendously dense gathering of squabbaling seaguls. In the very centre of this commontion stood two sleek statues - a pair of magpies shimmered silently (sillibance FTW) in the fresh afternoon sun, their beaks just centimetres apart, like they were doing some bizarre courtship ritual to guise over the fact they were just eyeing each other up.
Bex Gregsby's been asking for a mention here for ages. That was it.
Today on the bus was also the best thing ever. I was gently busting out a bit of kazoo when this guy who's name escapes me, but was really awesome, sat at the front of the bus and started playing 'the wheels on the bus' with everyone singing along. Everyone was happy, the college boys at the back were confused by something so community spirited, and then, highlight of all highlights, we rounded of the number with a kazoo solo led by yours truly. Awesome. After that we hit some Bob Marley and the like, as well as a peculiar acoustic version of 'Bonkers', to which nobody really knew the words, but he got off after a few stops.
My NERF Raider has arrived. For those of you who dont know, a NERF Raider is as close to a deadly weapon as you can get with everybody's favourite 'Non-Expanding, Recreational Foam'. (Save maybe the new Stampede, and of course the Vulcan) Unfortuantely, I have to finish my I.T coursework before I can take it out of the box. Pretty good incentive though. Watch out, fluffy kitten, watch out.
Bad David. No shooting fluffy kittens. D:<
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