Snow

Snow in Maryland makes me giggle. It's so funny, how people around here deal with it.

I flew in Thursday night, and Friday night it started snowing. People all week, apparently, had been talking about the possibility of the snow and what it could do to the area, but I doubt that anyone was really expecting 23 inches of the white stuff. The civilians are bad enough, but everyone else doesn't help anything. The road crews don't know how to clear it off properly. They figure pushing it around and making really tall towers constitutes as clearing... however, if a WHOLE LANE of a high way or a whole turn lane disappears under snow, that's not a very good job. And the news casters who call it the "blizzard of 2009" definitely don't help the whole situation. It technically didn't constitute as a blizzard, look it up. And then the city and county and state officials who call a state of emergency before even all the snow has fallen. That makes the National Guard mobilize... why?! I mean, people cant get out, which is bad if you have a worthwhile profession like a doctor or something, but otherwise, what?

They've already closed school for my brother tomorrow, Tuesday, when the snow happened on Saturday. That's how bad they are at clearing roads. They can't even do it properly after a few days.

And people are always complaining about how cold it is! It was like 35 degrees and I heard people talk about "how cold it is out here!" Bullshit. You want cold, deal with the -5 degrees we were dealing with at school last week. (Granted the game last night was really cold, but anything is cold if you're out in it for ten hours straight).

Fail, Maryland.

I wrote this mainly to get that bitching out of the way, but also to break up all the melancholy and lovey posts that I've been making. Though, I do miss someone terribly, especially after the amazing couple days we spend together before break :)

FAIL:

So, not only did I manage to not remember a group meeting, but fell in the snow down the Rhiney Bowl and cover myself in snow. I had to be helped to be rolled out of my coat and other layers.

FAIL, Jessie Jean.

Kharma

It's kind of funny when you think about some things. I've recently become a full believe in this little thing called Kharma, something I've never quite understood before, but now I do. And it's not something that I would normally believe in, having the full belief that things happen for a reason that hopefully comes out for the best. But Kharma is fascinating, and interestingly enough gives a small, mind and heart rotting sense of satisfaction that makes you smile and at the same time feel guilty. In all reality, it shouldn't, since there is a small part of people that thinks, "Well, they deserve it - after all that's what they've done to other people in the past," but at the same time, there's an almost overwhelming sense of guilt caused by the fact that you know through past experience and empathy what they're going through, and it's not fun.

Some people just laugh a little and wish the best for others, hoping that the other's experience turns out better than what their own did. And then there are other people who laugh cruelly and point fingers, rubbing their own wronged natures in the perpetrator's faces.

And which one am I, do you ask? Well, considering my actions thus far, only some people can really tell.

What I do on study breaks...