Wuck the Feather

Thats right. Wuck the feather. Figure it out.

I knew living in Worcester for my college career wouldn't be the best environment (STRICTLY because of the weather, believe me I'm all for Woo-Rats, and the Worcester State Lancers). However, this weather is borderline inappropriate.

The dog days of February and soon to be March are upon us and for many Holy Cross students, the upcoming Spring Break does not appear to be a jumpstart into leisurely summer activities like this. However, this break appears to be more of a brief hiatus from no more teachers dirty looks and alot of this at the homestead.

I'm not blaming the lack of Spring Break enthusiasm on Linda Cohn's lackluster performances on SportsCenter nor the waning remains of my Chapstick (whats good assonance), however 100% of the blame goes towards the weather.

I know, relax you don't have to tell me that only old, menopausal women would blog about the depressing weather (if they knew what a blog was). I'm just out of fresh ideas to talk about. But anyway there is no positive to the weather right now. For instance:

The Snow: If thats what you want to call the white stuff on the ground. You can't play in it, you can't push people in it or they bleed, and your can't make snowballs. It feels as though the snow has been on the ground since Thanksgiving and it just lies on the ground useless, similar to this guy's high school prom aspirations.

The Excrement: Notice I refrained to say dirt, sand, or ice. These 3 have their own category. They are all the same in this category. Despite the sand and rock that have collected on the edge of snowbanks on the side of the road to make it look like a giant mound of Cookies and Cream ice cream, the excrements that "follow you" resemble the kid in high school who never figured out you were never going to "hit him up" but he didn't care and still kept following you. For example, once you return from the dinner you notice the excrement that has followed you off of the streets and back to your room and decided to make a living all over your floor. You're not going to do anything about it, it's just going to be there until "housekeeping" comes to vacuum it up in at least a week.

What Ever Happened to Frisbee?: The most cliched thing about college... "Playing fribee in the quad with your bros while wearing a pair of either boat shoes or flip flops, while you proudly wear a tee-shirt from your bookstore." Those days aren't happening until at least Easter here in Worcester...sigh

So I'm sorry, I needed to put something up on the blog. I realize this didn't have the uumph that the last post had. Win some, lose some. But wuck the feather...if you still haven't figured what that means, scroll down to the bottom of the music video and the true meaning of the phrase will be presented upside down.

















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