The hellish winter season begins...

I dislike snow quite a bit. This is bad, considering it tends to snow in the mountains and I happen to live in a state completely covered by mountains. Last night, it was raining and I breathed a sigh of relief.

"Thank god it's only rain. A few degrees colder and it would've been snow."

We get home and I watch a movie and crochet. When I look out the window again, low and behold, the demonic flakes of hell start raining upon us.

"Well, the ground probably isn't cold enough. I doubt it'll stick."

A few hours later, it starts to snow harder. I should really learn to keep my mouth shut when it comes to weather, because of course it started to stick.

My backyard as of 8:30 AM, bringing terrible tiding from the evil skies, with only more to come.

After last year's winter, I have to say I'm pretty snowed out. When I was a kid, snow was awesome. Snow meant snow days filled with making snowmen and angels and igloos and snowball fights and sledding, to come in hours afterward to hot chocolate and video games. Now that I'm an adult in college, this means nothing. 2 feet of snow? Too bad! Get to class, chump. Freezing rain and sleet and the interstate is covered? Pity, you have to go to work so you can afford your heat.

Last winter, the snow began pretty early. It was smaller snows... 6 inches here, a light dusting there. Then, it keep snowing. And snowing. And snowing and snowing. Snowstorms turned to blizzards. Multiple blizzards raining down flakes so huge that you couldn't see a foot in front of you for all the white. Eventually, we were snowed in.

Being snowed in was pretty sweet at first. It was a state of emergency, so that meant no class. But then, after the 3 feet of snow refused to melt and a 4 inch sheet of ice covered it, we started to get worried. Because we had no food. We had a couple of packets of ramen and some canned vegetables. I hiked to my mom's house with the snow up to my thighs in order to get some deer meat so we could eat something besides chow mein.

This went on all winter. The snow never really stopped. It'd begin to melt, and we cheered. Then it snowed again and we locked ourselves back inside.

The biggest reason I hate the snow is because I hate driving in it. Have you ever driven on the interstate with a foot of snow in a blizzard going 35 so you wouldn't die only to have a tractor trailer speed by you at 80 MPH, barely missing you? It's pretty terrifying.

Last winter, Sean almost had a terrible wreck because of the weather, too. He lost control on the interstate and slammed into a snow bank. Thank god the bank was there and extremely fluffy, or he could've been seriously hurt.

The true face of evil.

So in conclusion, snow needs to go back up into the sky and stay there.