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It snowed yesterday. Not a lot, really, but more than enough to mess up everyone’s commute home, and it was coming down pretty hard. I ended up leaving at 3:00 for the day and going straight home despite the fact that I had a class scheduled at 4:30. Turns out I would have been about eight shades of pissed if I had actually decided to go to school, since the school sent out an email at 4:30 saying that all classes scheduled from 4:30 on had been cancelled. Shirking my responsibilities pays off for once!

It took me about an hour to get home, which is three times longer than normal, but at least I made it home in one piece. That would not have been the case about three weeks ago. I had to plunk down a little over $500 to get new tires since it was January in Indiana (only a matter of time before substantial snowfall) and my old tires looked a lot like this. Apparently I need to do something about my wipers as well, because this is what they looked like by the time I got home. If you look closely, you should be able to make out a colony of penguins on one side.

I don’t like snow. Yes, I know, it looks very nice when it’s coming down, but I can’t help but get a mental image of a giant airship flying overhead, dropping millions of tiny white pamphlets extolling the virtues of bigotry or why clubbing baby seals is so awesome. Did you know that even though no two snowflakes are alike, each and every one of them has a tiny swastika in the center? It’s true. [Disclaimer: No it’s not.] The only problem is that we’re all completely powerless against the snow. Well, I suppose that is only partially true. While I can’t stop it from falling here, I can move somewhere that it doesn’t snow. But then I’ll probably end up sweating like a whore in church more often then not, and I’ll have a whole new set of problems.

Speaking of a new set of problems that I’m powerless to stop, try this one on for size. As I write this, I’m sitting in one of the many computer labs on campus, trying my damndest to make use of the “Technology Fee” (which is probably actually used to build killer robots to go after people who have delinquent tuition), which means Anyone At All can come in and sit next to me. That just happened. Some dude that I would never voluntarily sit next to just saddled up next to me and is probably reading this as I type it. Yes, dude to my left, I am talking about you. Eyes on your own screen, please. Fine, be that way. Your mother is morbidly obese and never really loved you.

I really hope he starts crying.