This Week: SNOW. SO MUCH SNOW.

The assigned topic this week was the recent snowstorm. I don't like snow. I don't like cold. Some would ask: "Why Robert, if you don't like snow or the cold, what are you doing in North Dakota?" To which I would respond: "I ask myself that same question." I awoke the morning it started (Tuesday or Wednesday, I forget) with an omen of bad portents. I showered, thinking that the floor was kinda cold, got something to eat, and got ready for class without once looking in a window. I got in my car in the garage, opened the door, and backed out INTO A GODDAMN WINTER WONDERLAND.








Like this, but with more rage and cursing.

Now, as I've already established, I don't like snow. I don't like winter. I think that the only time that snow is appropriate is from the hours of 4pm to midnight on Christmas Eve. Before or after that, snow is a nuisance. It makes otherwise rational people drive like complete morons. If someone is driving a 2-ton death machine near me, I don't want ANYTHING impairing their limited ability.



Like this, but with more rage and cursing.

I've heard so many people start conversations this week with "isn't that snow great?" and I have to refrain from screaming at the top of my lungs: "NO. NOT AT ALL." This much snow might be the polar opposite (see what I did there?) of great. It is the antithesis of great. If this storm and a similar volume of essence of great were to come into contact, they would both be annihilated in an antimatter reaction. That is how not great this snowstorm was.

In conclusion, f*ck snow. That is all.