Working working working…
I had to climb over this wall of snow to get to ISR yesterday. Oh man, it really was too much snow…
This isn’t a joke. This snow hill was as high as the first floor to Wardall.
There. I think fulfilled Cathy’s request.
Maybe next time, I should take some pictures of the inside.
Man against nature.
It was a furious battle at dawn. But I stand victorious.
Lots of sliding, lots of digging, poking, pushing.
You think that hill doesn’t look too bad, but man… I was getting so angry. It’s that same hill that forced me to walk to ISR yesterday (yesterday, it was worse… the roads within the parking lot weren’t even shoveled…)
It made me almost want to give up. I just wanted to go back in to sleep.
But no. NO. Holy stubbornness. I’m making it today. Not even this little snow hill is going to stop me.
And so… I ended up being late, but I got there. YES!
I hope this is the end of snow season. Seriously…
Alone. Shoveling. Scraping. Getting Wet.
Pictures are fun, no?
I tried to get out, but no hope. I ended up trying to get back to my spot so I don’t block the road… it’s not like anyone else can make it out, though.
Looks like today… I’m going to be spending a lot of it in my apartment. AGAIN.
Starting with Sunday, my focus has been dwindling.
I can’t seem to get back what I had since last Thursday.
Sorry for the depressing post, but I’m just thoroughly spent.
To make up for it, let me describe the snow situation in Urbana, IL.
I stepped outside for about 30 seconds to throw away some garbage. To my surprise, when I looked up, the dumpster was filled to the top. Then I looked around into the winter wonderland AKA WHITE DEATH.
I was quite amazed. More amazed than the… one night in Chicago where the snow flakes were as big as the palm of my hand. In my lifetime, I’ve never seen so much snow.
Alas, the college students (and also the people who work for the university… mostly, anyway) will have a second snow day tomorrow. I’m really sad that I won’t be able to spend it at ISR, seeing how WHITE DEATH is covering the entire parking lot.
I’m almost positive the snow was up to my knees when I stepped out last. And it’s still snowing.
Right. Valentine’s. This day has never meant anything to me. For some reason, when I look to the snow, I cannot help but to be amazed at how romantic the snow CAN be.
[hurl]. If you want a more full blown post on love, I’ll think about posting one tomorrow.
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