The snow seems to have cancelled my entire weekend. I spent all of last week stressing about this weekend. I had a music festival to reherse for on Friday, which was about 8 hours straight of violin playing. It doesn't sound nearly as bad as your back feels after sitting washboard straight up on the very edge of your chair. I woke up and went to festival, stressed about the audition, auditioned, failed, got sixteenth chair out of 24, and practiced, ate lunch, and then found out that the concert the next day was cancelled due to the.....wait for it.....not yet.....
SNOWPOCALYPSE!. So we practiced another two hours for no reason whatsoever, and I sat down next to the most emotionless player ever! Not even an ounce of whole not vibrato. That pisses me off. Even though I sucked at the fast song, I still didn't play like a robot.Then, I walked outside and the other violinist and I were blinded by snow it was coming down so hard. You couldn't even see. So I walked in front of a short bus and was almost run over. Highlight of my day: almost getting killed by a short bus. After that my orchestra teacher drove the other two representatives from my school district(I was selected or something for this) home. The snow had already started to fall, and in an hour, all hell broke lose.
The drive back to my middle school, which usually only took 15 minutes, took about 45minutes. By this time, the epicness of SNOWPOCALYPSE had only begun. I was supposed to go straight to a party after this. It was one of my girls birthdays. But instead the snow got so intense nobody's parents were willing to drive them, so it got postponed. Epic fail. There goes my friday night. And my concert. So I spent the evening trying on my new sexy dress. It's completely tiered in tiny layers and body hugging. Thank god I started working out. I have abs, my love handles are almost completely gone, and my butt is just getting better. It just continued to snow. By the time my dad got home, there was already about 5 inches on the ground. The weather lady kept saying we'd get 8 inches at the most. Something told me that was wrong. Our cul-de-sac still went unplowed. So basically people just slid down the hill and sure as hell weren't getting up it.
When I woke up Saturday morning, I looked out my window and saw nothing but a wall of snow. Legit. There was a massive pile of snow on the window. Kids were sledding down the street and jumping into six foot high snow banks. And all you could hear was the sound of choking snow blowers(control your mind with that one) and squealing tires stuck in 20 inches of snow. 8 inches I think not. A small dog would be swallowed whole by the snow beast, and all you would see of Snooki would be her hair, teased high atop her her head. The newcasters had completely gone insane. EMERGENCY! DISASTER! COLD! DEATH! So la famille was supposed to go to a party in Ohio for a cousin of ours who came home from Afganistan. But the SNOWPOCALYPSE eclipsed that. I spent the entire day watching movies and tv. Scrubs, baseball movie(I don't remember the name because I was sleeping most of the time), Yes Man, 500 Days of Summer, Mean Girls, and Baby Mama. I had seen enough Zooey Deschenal quirkiness and Lindsay Lohan in one day. I love Zooey though. Not so much the same with Lindsay.
Then, I had an overacheivers anonymous meeting today, and couldn't go because the driveway is still covered in 20 inches of snow. And still I have to go to my cousin's birthday party. I'm really hoping SNOPOCALYPSE doesn't ruin that. On the upside it did get school cancelled tomorrow. That pretty much made my weekend. In conclusion, SNOWPOCALYPSE didn't trap us for weeks, cut out our power, freeze us to death, eat us with giant snow men, or kill the entire mid-Atlantic region. It just ruined my weekend.
On a side note, mon copain hasn't texted me in four days...he's kinda missing...I'm worrying...and really miss him....I hope he's reading this and feeling guilty. Just kidding. But, seriously, someone find him!
Peace, Love, and Rock n' Roll
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