Filed under: babblings | Tags: April, Canada, cold, Florida, spring, weather, winter
Dear Canada and who else it may concern:
Please stop with the winter weather. It’s April. I realize that winter is the eternal season in these parts, but have some mercy on the residents here. It’s supposed to be spring. I do not want to see snow and gale force winds in April.
And fix that bipolar weather issue you have, that way there is some sort of regularity in the seasons here. Not this winter in spring deal.
Canada, seek counseling for that rage of yours. It’s not healthy to lash out on us. Or at least send it somewhere else for a change like… Florida. I think they’ve been bragging about their beautiful weather for too long, and they should be taught a lesson and become the pansies they really are. No more whining about it being cold because it’s below 50 degrees. How about being in the negatives made only worse with windchill? I thought so.
Also, no one is allowed to complain about wind unless they live where I go to school. Which is sixty miles from Canada via Lake Ontario. We are subject to Canadian Rage. Your winds are what we call a light breeze. Suck it up and deal with it.
Excuse me while I thaw so I can have feeling in my face again.
My friends and I have coined a few new terms concerning the crappy weather the town we go to school is infamous for.
- Canadian Rage: (noun) Crappy weather in general that involves a lot of wind. It does not matter which direction the wind is coming from, but it will always be known as Canadian Rage. It also helps that along with gale force winds to have a snow/rain mixture falling from the sky. And at times, the same mixture falling up. Yes precipitation not only falls down but also up.
- Sky Flooding: (verb) Where we go to school, we do not have to worry about ground flooding. Instead we worry about sky flooding. This is the verb for the weather involved in Canadian Rage.
- Umbrella: (noun) A device used to keep a person dry in rainy weather… they do not work here. Also proves to be a useful tool to differentiate between the naive freshmen and the students that know better.
- Day Ball: (noun) The sun. The sun that is rarely seen here during the winter… or ever.
I think anyone who lives in the Northern part of the country, especially a state that borders Canada, will sympathize with me. In my case, not only am I subject to the winds from up north, but they are worse when in close proximity to Lake Ontario. And this also causes lake effect snow, which is just frikkin’ lovely.
I propose that we build a giant wall to block out the gale force winds coming from Canada. Or at least a giant hair dryer to at least make the air not as cold — this can also double as a snow melting machine of some kind, since it can melt the snow before it even hits the ground! Or declare war on Canada for being the cause of our miserable weather. Either solution works with me.
As you can see, I’m going slightly insane from being home for break.
I’m pretty sure that everyone has heard about the giant snow storm that slammed the Northeast yesterday (December 19, 2008). Well that was the last day of finals at my school, and that means a very miserable day for everyone that was still stuck on-campus.
I couldn’t go home before Friday because of my Spanish final. My original plan was to go home afterwards, however that was before the storm was predicted to arrive by Friday. Great. That and my dad called to tell me until Saturday. Well, I guess that means more time to do packing and the copious amounts of laundry I need to do.
Friday: 9:00 AM
No snow yet. In fact, it’s pretty clear. That is until I turn on the TV and see this giant green monster on the doppler radar coming towards my area. Not only that, but the list of closings and early dismissals from schools.
My old school district was closing schools early! That never happens! I take this as a bad sign when my high school has a half day when it never has half days even during the regular school year (with the way the classes are set up, we either have full days, delays, or close). So, I know it’s going to be bad once it does get here. That’s not a good thing.
I go take my final in the icebox of a classroom. My professor is late to his own final, of course. The nut case doesn’t even bother to show up on time for classes, what made me think that he would actually show up on time for his own final? By the time I leave, there is already a few inches of snow outside after an hour and a half.
[Fast forward to about 5 PM.]
Since all of the dining halls with the exception of two are closed, that means walking far for food. A lot of snow has accumulated and it’s bloody cold and windy. It feels as if the snow is stabbing your face. The snowplows can’t keep up trying to clear the roads and sidewalks, so walking was difficult. And trying not to fall on my face or ass is difficult too. I lose the feeling in my limbs and face within 30 seconds. Inside is good. Inside is very good. And considering I had an early morning, I pass out go to bed at 10 PM.
[More fast forwarding to Saturday morning.]
The storm has let up. That’s good. There is a lot of snow on the sidewalks and roads on-campus that hasn’t been cleared. That’s bad.
I pack up my car, which is a difficult task since there is a foot of snow to walk in. And I need to dig my car out… it’s a long process of trying not to fall on my face and not freeze. A half hour later, I can’t feel my legs, feet, and toes — but at least my car is no longer stuck. Drive off-campus and proceed to be pissed off that the roads have been salted and plowed except the ones on campus. Awesome. Grrr. At least it’s nice and warm in my car.
I somehow manage to get home in one piece, unpack my car (have yet to actually unpack anything from the suitcase or anything like that), shower, eat, pass out on my bed for several hours.
Filed under: babblings | Tags: August, childhood, movies, TV, water, weather
It’s another strange week in weather. Actually, the entire summer as a whole has been pretty unusual — even by central New York standards. It’s been pretty rainy and cool with the occasional heat wave of death. And for the past couple of days, it felt as if it was autumn and not the middle of August.
August is sort of the asshat out of the other months. Usually coupled with insufferable heat, humidity, and general misery I wouldn’t be surprised if he would be considered the annoying guy at the office that liked to barge into the other months’ cubicles at random intervals.
But moving on. You know how in movies and TV shows when it’s really, really hot the characters just pour a glass of water over the top of their heads in a desperate attempt to keep cool. Well, I attempted that.
Problem is that as soon as I did that, I instantly remembered how much I hate being sopping wet. Too late, my hair is soaked and so is my shirt… and the entire surrounding area near the kitchen sink. Maybe I should have thought this through better.
It dates back to me in diapers and my parents had to restrain me whenever they attempted to bathe me. Which was an everyday battle of how to make their daughter not smell like spit up. The ironic thing was that I was one of those babies that did not like being dirty. I sat pretty… well I sat pretty when I was able to sit up on my own. How baffling it must be that the kid that you just brought into the world hates being dirty, but also hates getting baths. I was a living oxymoron. I’m pretty sure my parents were wondering why I was such a strange child, and I’m sure that they wonder that to this day.
My mother finally let’s me turn on the air conditioning. Sweet, sweet relief. Although, it will be short lived once I move back to campus. There isn’t any air conditioning in my residence hall.
