I know. The Arizona girl should be out sledding in this glorious white wonderland. My friends keep telling me I'm missing out, but I just detest the snow. Not to mention, I'm used to a January that is about 50 degrees warmer.
I suppose the thematic trend in this column is my constant complaining, so just let me get this out: the outer shell of my North Face is trapped in the trunk of my car by a shelf of ice weighing down the lid; I have a convenient schedule involving a hike between Campbell and Gilmer; and my "storm food" consists of broccoli, portabella mushrooms and Laughing Cow cheese.
Sure, the albino blanket covering the ground is gorgeous for about 2 hours, but then you have one of two devilish developments: slush the color of frat sludge or hazardous black ice. I do not desire the former if I have to tolerate the latter two developments.
So, though everyone else is rejoicing (why I do not know, it's not like they cancelled classes), I am left with only two options: doing work for school (of course) or watching digital cable. After a weekend spent wholeheartedly with the latter, I am not only way behind in my reading, but also freshly enamored with my 300-plus Adelphia channels.
It's funny, because over Christmas, I kept telling my family how guilty I felt at having all the premium channels when I was too busy to watch them. But then I found myself prefacing a suspicious number of sentences with, "The other day I was watching x on y and z