The Northeast and Snow

The great and powerful snow beasts, or Jesus or whoever controls the weather where you live has decided that they wanted to bless the Philadelphia area with 3-4 glorious inches of snow.

The good kind, too. You know, that stuff that's perfect for snowballs and shoving inside the crack between your brother's jacket hood and his actual clothes? That kind.

Oh man, after that weird fluke-y October storm which left us all kinda baffled (like HALLO it wasn't even Halloween yet), we've been experiencing a bit of a dry spell. Literally. Actually, we've had some rain. Which isn't in the same catergory.

Check out that sweet ground cover. This is a weird angle, since I took it out the window of my attic.

But it snowed today. And like a happy little puppeh, I ran down the stairs and stared at it. Then I remembered that I'm 18 years old and that I live in Pennsylvania, so I dragged my sorry ass outside and shoveled.

I texted literally everyone I know. Like OHEHMGEE SNOW. Naturally, I got a lot of the same back.

Sitting here, I remembered something. Why was I so upset it had only snowed once this season? Snow turns into a real pain in the ass after awhile.  One of the reasons that most of my friends are moving away next year is because it's cold, and they never cancel anything. I've gone to school in a parka and snowboots, five inches on the ground. Because that's just what we do.

By the 15th snowfall of the year, I'll be so sick and tired of this. It's friggin freezing. It's really hard to shovel at 6 AM before school, and I get really tired of the blinding snow-glare around 11 every day.

But for now, I'm as happy as a little clam. Just as long as it doesn't snow again for a few more weeks.

Everyone knows the saying, the four seasons of Pennsylvaina. Almost Winter, Winter, Still Winter and Road Construction.


Har har.