Monday, February 15, 2016

On Snow

One of the things I have discovered during my freshman college experience is that Baltimore is not friends with snow*.

Take today, for instance. When I got the "snow day" email, I expected there to be snowflakes piling over the entire city, burying everything and everyone in white fluff.



Instead, I looked out the window and saw this**.

Pictured: a path so lightly dusted with snow that you can't even see it in this doodle.
Also, those flurries are symbolic. There weren't even flurries.


At any rate, this snow day happens to be pretty good timing for me, because I have lots of (fun) (not really) work to do and I kind of needed a day during which no extra work is added to the pile.

The end.

(If this seems like kind of a filler post, that's because it is. Sorry not sorry.)


*Or maybe it's just because I'm used to my hometown. Because during that blizzard in January, my brother informed me that literally every town in the county cancelled school. Except ours.

**Although it actually is snowing now. So I suppose that counts for something.

Thursday, February 4, 2016

I Do Not Have a Green Thumb

In case you were wondering what happened to the African violet, well, it sort of turned brown during finals week. I brought it home in despair, upon which my dad casually watered it, and by morning, it was all happy and healthy and as green as the grass on the other side.

In other words, I am very bad at plants.

You think that this would be the last of my plant stories, given that the African violet is now safely at home and no longer under my watch. But then my friend decided to get me a cactus for Christmas.

Meet Barbossa the Cactus. I water him on Sundays.


In case you're plant-challenged like me: a cactus, in terms of plant care, is a step down from an African violet. Translation: I can't water plants unless they basically don't even require water.

But that's not all. My mother, who apparently has even less faith in me than that, also bought me a cactus.

But not just any cactus.

A fake cactus.



Let me repeat that one for you: My mother. Bought me. A fake cactus. Because I can't even take care of a dehydrated little bundle of desert leaves*.

Yup. I'm bad at plants.

Contrary to that, though, Barbossa the real cactus is doing very well in my dorm room! (And so is his fake little companion, Jack the undead cactus.) But I thought I'd share this latest turn of events in my plant life before anything goes wrong. The end.



*Not in a bad way, though. I actually thought the fake cactus was the funniest thing ever and my mom is awesome for purchasing and gifting said plant. Plus, Jack is super cute.