Congratulations, my friends. Since you read my blog, you are about to be treated to 4 months of me whining about the snow and how horrible it is and how much I hate it and how it is an attempt by the Universe to kill me. Which it is. I KNOW IT.
Here in Utah, Winter can last for half of the year. HALF OF THE YEAR. If the year has two parts, Winter is one of those parts. I know, I know. "MEGAN TRY LIVING IN MONTANA, YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT COLD IS!!!" Yes I do. I don't live in Montana because if I did I would be dead. And that's where my logic ends.
Anyway, it was snowing for a while up at campus. Then, miraculously, it stopped! I have been known to weep bitterly when I see the first snowfall of the year (hint:every single year) so when it stopped it felt like Christmas had come early and I was already enjoying the unicorn that I KNOW is waiting for me under the tree. (I shook the present that looked like a book. It sounded like a unicorn, or a book. I'm betting it's a unicorn, though. A unicorn with a monocle that will breathe glitter into my oatmeal. I don't like oatmeal, but if I did, my unicorn would breathe glitter into it, cause he's a nice guy like that.)
Over the next few days, all of the snow melted because the sun was being awesome. However, a few days before, some boys had made a snowman. A big, huge snowman. I took pleasure in watching this snowman die tragically. Is that cruel? I don't know. I just know that, "DIE, Frosty, DIE!!" has become my new mantra.
Soon, all the snow had disappeared except for a big pile of half-melted snow where the snowman used to be:
Truest comment: "I think anyone who says they like/love Winter, doesn't really know what they mean by that. Winter is cold, dark, wet, lifeless and cruel. What they like is hot chocolate, cuddling cause "It'll make us warmer" skiing, snowboarding, getting WARM by the fire and the fact that Christmas must be getting close. You only like the snow if you're wearing five hoodies and A coat that's so thick you can't bend your arms. Too often do we misinterpret what it is we actually want."-leaflock