1. Spring has decided that were getting spoiled by too much nice weather. It has been raw and rainy for days, the kind of cold dampness that numbs your fingertips and rattles your breath. It has been good Scrabble weather, though, I'll say that. But I suppose all weather is good Scrabble weather in my book. Speaking of Scrabble, I feel I must share my views on the new rules: I am left wondering whether those who decided that proper nouns are now allowed have ever actually played Scrabble. Anything can be a proper noun-- there are very few combinations of letters that aren't someone's name somewhere. Thus, I have decided that I am not adhering to these new instructions. However, I will play with one exception. That exception is Beyonce. My reasoning behind this is that if you have drawn a handful of letters that successfully spell Beyonce, it would be an abomination not to make that happen.
2. I have been spending a lot of time thinking about giant crabs lately. The internet told me that three foot long crabs ate Amelia Earhart and hoarded her bones in their crab burrows. If you read
Emily's blog, you may have seen the video we posted discussing this. If you want to see images of this creature for yourself,
click here.
3. In other news, I am getting closer to putting out a chapbook. Prior to discussing crabs, Emily helped me edit fifteen of my poems in one sitting (thank you!), and now I feel like I am about ready to compile and print them into books. I'll keep you updated on when that is happening, but it will be soon. I think they will cost $6 each, so start... saving up?
4. Because I obviously have nothing better to do with my time like homework or writing or hunting wild boar, I am instead starting to teach myself how to read Tarot cards. Remembering I had a deck lying around, I figured it would just be a neat thing to know. I memorized eight cards in the major arcana the other day in one sitting. Seventy more to go...
Sure. That'll happen...
5. I cleaned my room so thoroughly, it could aptly be titled an excavation. This space had reached the point where if I had trash, I would just fling it in a random direction, letting it settle in some pile or another on the floor. There were also three month old dirty dishes piled on my desk, hidden under stacks of books. But I fought the good fight, drew my sword of cleanliness and braved my most defiant foes. I killed them.
I also had a dream last night about killing. I repeatedly stabbed a man with a fork until he died.
Love,
GennaRose
Eating a chocolate croissant in a silk kimono-- yeah, I make dorm living classy.
