I remember growing up I always heard the phrase that the weather in March goes "In like a lion, and out like a lamb." I can officially say that that line is bull. This March in particular has been strangely against the idea of giving us New Englanders a decent day of weather. Save for one day that I was stuck and classes and unable to enjoy the sunshine, every day have been early dark, raining, or a combination of the two. Lovely.

Well since the weather in the month is crazy in March, it seems that God figures those who are attached to the month by name must also be crazy. Much like this weather, my temper has been fluctuating. I'm not used to this. My roommate seems to have revealed who he really is, which turns out to be someone not all that bad, but not someone I'd want to room with for three years of my life if given the choice. And my best friend on campus is hardly ever around to really be called upon to hang out. Make no misconceptions whoever may be reading this, I am not angry at either of these individuals. I am just...for lack of an actual term "blarg."

I think I miss my friends from back home the most. Myles and Co. not so much, I've bee lucky enough to see them a couple times in the last few weeks. I think I miss the high school friends the most. Rob, Danny, Lauren and Emily. Hopefully I'll get to see some of them at my alma mater when I go to see it's Spring Musical. I shall be donning my blue quaffed appearance once again. From ice, to fire, to a puddle. It's amazing what life can do to a person, and have them still living at the end of the storm.