Cloudy with a Chance of Snow

Hello World,

I am a through and through New-Englander, born and raised right here in the North East. I love it here, the liberal, democratic, aka "homosexual loving" states (home sweet home). One thing I hate, the weather. Unless you've been living in a cave you've heard about the low pressure system terrorizing the North East. Where I live we've gotten around four feet of snow! How wonderful is that? This weather has resulted in dozens and dozens of school cancelations and missed practices. To be honest. It's obnoxious, the first few 90 minute delays and such are nice, but after a while I actually want to go to school. That's a first.... But sitting at home waiting for the snow to end has made me form into this mass of uncontrollable laziness, from eating grotesque amounts to not even lifting a finger to get the remote... I've really packed on the pounds since this snow's started. It's really bad. And the worst part is I can't even go out to exercise without the looming possibility of humiliation, injury, or death from this snow! It's been ages since I've gone for a walk, much less a run without falling on my face or nearly breaking my leg and tumbling into a snowbank to face a more than likely [cold] death. (NOT AN EXAGGERATION) The snow makes me do weird things though. Whenever I see snow stacked sky high I have the burning urge to tunnel through it. Recently I have also started knitting. I don't know if it's the weather or my neck's need for a partner. I also built a snow fort the other day. Yes, I built a snow fort than took a two hour nap inside of it. Actually it was a wonderful day. However other than the occasional shoveling I really have not engaged in any physical activity other than changing the channel, selecting a youtube video to watch, or getting off the couch to refill my bowl with goldfish. Of course this sounds like a charmed life, but please mother nature... woman to woman.... please stop this snow soon so I don't turn into Jack Black. And to all you doubters out there. It will happen, if this snow doesn't stop I will turn into a fat, hairy, and thirty year old man.

Cheers!