It's only 11:00 in the morning and I am already fuming.

Take a look outside and you'll see white. Lots and lots of white. Your bones will shiver, you would instantly wish you're in some place warm like Bora Bora or something. People will pass by covered from head to toe except for a little spot on their faces where we can see wind burns - red and painful. The threat of ice, snow and sleet, the cloud that hung over me as I drove my car hoping that it did indeed stop whenever I wanted it to stop.

And yet, despite all of this, my school is not closed. Nope. They even put a big sign on the webpage - Classes are as scheduled simply because there are crews out there clearing the roads. That's great and all but it doesn't help me WHEN I FUCKING HAVE TO COMMUTE TO SCHOOL. fuck goddamn motherfucker. fuck.

Chris' university is closed. My brother's schools are closed. Temple University has to be a goddamn bitch and remain open. Betch, close those legs doors.

But thats not really has gotten me upset.

Today when I was outside shoveling the snow, I came back inside before I was finished because I didn't want to shovel something if its just going to snow some more. There was already hail falling and it was 7:00 in the morning. Not my cup of tea. Not cute at all. So I went inside and checked the website to see if my school is closed. Nope. Negative. My dad wakes up and I ask him if I should shovel some more or if I should just wait for it to warm up a little bit. He told me to wait, no point. So I went to shower because snow or no snow - I had classes*.

*See previous rant about school.

When I came out of the shower my father starts yelling at me. "Next time, shower before I wake up. Because I had to use the bathroom and I couldn't because you were there."

Me: But there's two full bathrooms in this house!
Father: I really had to use the bathrooms. And next time, if you're going to do a half assed job shoveling, don't bother.
Me: Well, I came in and asked you if I should continue and you said I didn't have to. That's why its incomplete.
Father: But you just shoveled to your car!
Me: And to your car and to mom's car. I went to stop because I have classes to go t.
Führer: Next time, just don't bother.

If there's ever a compelling reason to move out, it is today. And I don't think the tenses match but I don't care anyway. I'm throwing grammar down the drain. No time for grammar! Only anger! Where are the Sith Lords when I need them?

I will move out. No more of this crap. Coming from a guy who doesn't even work. Who sits around the house all day and yells at me or doesn't talk to me (much less anyone).

Oh, Happy Valentines. Doesn't look like I'll be able to see Chris today. I mean, what with the weather and the threat of dying EVERYWHERE.

Ugh.