I blog because I'm bored.

Why am I bored?

Because it's snowing buckets out there!

And there's nothing to do in here but sit at the computer and rant about nothing..what else would I be doing here?

I tried writing fic, but that proved to be fruitless. So I'm sitting here at my mothers desk scowling at the fluffy white stuff falling from the sky IN THE MIDDLE OF FREAKIN' MARCH!

This reminds me of the summer I spent in Russia.

It was August 1st and the snow was falling with no mercy. I was sitting at a desk much like this one, writing about the stupid snow much like I am now, except that it was 1962 so it was a feather quill and papyrus, not a laptop.

My board mate, Gregory, was sitting on his bed scowling at me scowling at the snow.

"Come let us frolic in the snow, Cofski." Cofski was my code name. I had a code name because I was on a secret mission from the American Government. My mission: to find the secret to their, Russia's, fantastic tasting cheese, but of course I failed my mission. Gregory found me out with in minutes of our meeting and told me that if I ever spilled the secret to why their cheese tasted so fantastic he'd cut off my man parts with the claws of his cat. I nodded vigorously knowing that his threat was not really a threat because I was a woman, but he didn't know that because I was disguised as a man, and also the fact that he didn't have a cat. But at this point, when I was sitting at the desk he'd know I was a woman, but he still didn't know my real name, so he continued to call me Cofski.

"NO!" I shouted taking a bite of the fantastic tasting chunk of cheese, "I hate the snow.." Behind me Gregory made a noise of disgust. He was very protective of his snow. I had obviously hurt his feelings. I turned to face him.

"Oh Greggy," as I sometimes called him, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it." He's lower lip was trembling and he had taken up the stroking of his imaginary cat, something he did when he was offended. "I don't hate it I just..I don't like it very much." I grabbed his hand to stop him from petting the invisible creature.

"You stupid American! You don't appreciate snow. All I had when I was a wee lad," sometimes he adopted an Irish accent, "was snow. My family was poor, we ate snow, wore snow, lived in a snow fort and all we had to play with was snow! Me and snow are like this, " He held up his hand showing me his crossed fingers. He began to cry, pulled his hand away and stroked the cat again.

"I will call the tickled monster if you don't stop crying." I said to him. His head snapped up,

"You vouldn't."

I cleared my throat, "HUBERT!" I shouted. Gregory stared wide eyed at me, "Oh I would." We heard the thundering foot steps come up the hall, then he burst into the room.

"Hello everybody!" he bellowed, "Where's the ticklee??" I pointed to Greggy who was clinging to my left arm for dear life. The Tickle Monster grabbed him and Gregory immediately began laughing and thrashing about, trying to get away from the horrible tickling.

"Now I will tell him to stop if you forgive me. Then we can frolic in the snow, Greggy."

"Ok Ok!" He laughed, "I *laugh* f-forgive you." The Tickle Monster set him down, patted his head and walked out the door.

"Thanks, Hue!" I called after him.

"Anytime!" He bellowed from down the hall.

I donned my coat and gloves, while Gregory collected himself.

Once outside we realized that frolicking in the snow was not the best idea, but there was no going back. When we left a large pile of snow was shoved in front of the door then in front of that was a ginormous man. I assumed he was a sumo wrestler, due to the diaper type thing he wore around his waist. At first I felt bad because he looked cold, but then I remembered that fat was insulation, and quickly put him from my mind. I turned to Gregory.

"What are we going to do?!" I screamed. He grabbed my shoulders and shook my violently.

"Get a hold of yourself woman! This is not time to be scared!!" Then she slapped me.

"Thanks I needed that." We looked around us, except for the place we were standing the snow was shoulder height. Gregory pulled a shovel from his pocket and began shoveling away at the wall of snow.

"What are we going to do now?" Just as I asked, a bright beam of sunlight pierced through the snow, and shone directly in my eyes.

"Aggh!" I shouted in pain, "I've been blinded!" I groped blindly for Gregory, finding him no where.

"We're free!" I heard him shout, then I heard pounding foot steps leading away from me.

"Greggy..? Gregory?!" No answer. I stepped forward and stumbled over something, landing flat on my face. After the sumo wrestlers laughter ceased, and I could finally see again. I looked up and saw a tunnel going straight through the snow. I crawled closer to it, as a wind blew through the tunnel. It was warm and smelled of gasoline and deep friend Twinkies.

"This must be a portal to heaven," I whispered, awestruck .

"No," a voice said from the other side,"It's just-"

TBC

Hi. I'm pissed. How are you?

Why am I pissed?

Because I haven't watched SPN for at least fives weeks now and I am very far behind.

I want to watch just one ep I missed so I try my hardest to find it on Youtube which is difficult because everyone on that site are morons. Low and behold I find it!

It says it has five parts and only four have been posted. I'm frustrated and start cursing Kripke for making such an additicng show and The CW for not having ANY eps on their site.

But hey there's a link to a website that says you can watch full eps for free!

Thats when you Squeeee right?

Wrong.

I am informed that to unlock the desired content I must first complete a survey.

Easy enough?

Wrong again.

I have to fill out this stupid IQ thing, hand over my name, number and first born child to get to the next page. So I give them a fake name and for my number I typed 999-9999.

I thought I was being pretty slick.

I was mistaken.

Apparently they were supposed to send me a pin code of some sort that I needed to finish the survey and unlock the ep.

I'm so pissed at this point that I have to count to ten and get off the computer to stop myself from launching through the screen and slapping someone six ways from Sunday.

So I go to bed and decided to try again later.

When I tried today I had to fill out some quiz to find out whether I would be Hannah Montana or Miley Cyrus.

As if I cared.

Anywho I do that and give the correct phone number but the code doesn't send.

I must have refreshed the page a hundred times.

No dice.

So I fill out one more to the same result.

By this time I've ripped out all of my hair.

So I decide to try yahoo.

I type, "Where can I watch Supernatural online."

Thankfully someone else had the same question and posted it to yahoo who answers!

The first answer has a link so I click it and it goes no where.

So when I'm through murdering him, I go to the second answer and it's legit!

It take forever for the page to load but eventually I find the ep I need, then I skip ahead the exact spot I left off.

Then the internet freaks out and shuts down.

So I repeat the last three steps, yahoo answers, click link, enjoy ep.

In the end I finally got to watch the last 15 mins in peace.