This story is about snow*

*In case you don't know what snow is(because you live in warm places like Africa, South America, Australia, South Asia, Singapore and/or Hell), snow is a natural phenomenon commonly occurring in cold places. It, for unknown reasons, generally go down, not up. Snow is useful for building snowman, snowball fights, making a picturesque scenery by covering the dirt, jamming cars, etc.

Now back to the story. The story began when I woke up(well, it technically began millenniums ago in the clouds and seas and stuff, but that's another story). I woke up because the alarm bell was threatening to light-saber my head open if I do not(In retrospect, I should have been clearer to the guy on Ebay when i purchased a Sci-Fi themed clock). Anyway, when I woke up and looked out of the window I saw that everything was white. Masses and masses of whiteness, not unlike a Friends show. I was really groggy and my first reaction was that I was dreaming. I pinched myself. No reaction. I pinched my self a bit harder. Still no feelings. Then I pinched myself REAL HARD. OUCH!! So I guess I'm not dreaming after all. So, it's snow.

Which should have been pretty cool. But it wasn't. Not really. Because our car was covered with snow. My dad pressed his starter chip thingy. It didn't work. So we have to open the car manually. So he pulled the driver-side door. And pulled it. And pulled it the third time. D@mn! The snow glued the car together. So after a long time and a very complicated process involving three more people, a lever and a lot of curses by four people at one guy(hint:I'm not the curser), we finally got the door open and the windows' snow scrubbed. Which is pretty cool. So my father drove me to school. Well, 'drove' is putting it mildly. 'Slid' would be a far more accurate term. Gee, my neighborhood snow car drivers are really lazy. In retrospect, encouraging my dad to buy really cool race-car wheels was a bad idea.

When we got to school, the school turned out to be closed. The good news: I have time to work on my blog now
The bad news: The opportunity is ripe for NDEs on the way home.

All about Snow
Unlike all the other pictures on this site, this one's in HD		Good things about lots of snow.
		Good things about lots of snow.
snow in an really old picture		Ok, Me write small words. Snow good. It was nice. I didn't have to go to school, which was good. I get to read, catch up on books* I like, which was good. I also caught up on good sleep, which was good. I watched some TV whenever my parents let me, which was good. I wanted to play computer games, but my father didn't let me, but that's ok, because snow was good. Everything considered, there were good things about the snowstorm. * books are papery things with words in them. Some people read (that's like looking at a picture book minus the looking and the picture part) alphanumeric symbols with a purpose of conveying a message through purposes other than grunts& gestures. -L. Zhang c. 2009
		The Bad
		Snow This story is about snow* In case you don't know what snow is(because you live in warm places like Africa, South America, Australia, South Asia, Singapore and/or Hell), snow is a natural phenomenon commonly occurring in cold places. It, for unknown reasons, generally go down, not up. Snow is useful for building snowman, snowball fights, making a picturesque scenery by covering the dirt, jamming cars, etc. Now back to the story. The story began when I woke up(well, it technically began millenniums ago in the clouds and seas and stuff, but that's another story). I woke up because the alarm bell was threatening to light-saber my head open if I do not(In retrospect, I should have been clearer to the guy on Ebay when i purchased a Sci-Fi themed clock). Anyway, when I woke up and looked out of the window I saw that everything was white. Masses and masses of whiteness, not unlike a Friends show. I was really groggy and my first reaction was that I was dreaming. I pinched myself. No reaction. I pinched my self a bit harder. Still no feelings. Then I pinched myself REAL HARD. OUCH!! So I guess I'm not dreaming after all. So, it's snow. Which should have been pretty cool. But it wasn't. Not really. Because our car was covered with snow. My dad pressed his starter chip thingy. It didn't work. So we have to open the car manually. So he pulled the driver-side door. And pulled it. And pulled it the third time. D@mn! The snow glued the car together. So after a long time and a very complicated process involving three more people, a lever and a lot of curses by four people at one guy(hint:I'm not the curser), we finally got the door open and the windows' snow scrubbed. Which is pretty cool. So my father drove me to school. Well, 'drove' is putting it mildly. 'Slid' would be a far more accurate term. Gee, my neighborhood snow car drivers are really lazy. In retrospect, encouraging my dad to buy really cool race-car wheels was a bad idea. When we got to school, the school turned out to be closed. The good news: I have time to work on my blog now The bad news: The opportunity is ripe for NDEs on the way home. L. Zhang c. 2007*

Celestial Ascendus
		The Ugly
		The snowstorm was really irritating because I had to shovel a lot of snow and I didn't get along with my dad. He could be slightly power-hungry at times, to the point where every one of my actions are criticized, if not outright dictated. I wasn't really allowed to watch more than three or four hours of TV (not per day; during the entire snowstorm). I couldn't play computer games, of course, and he yelled a lot whenever I sleep two much or daydreamed or didn't study. I told him that my grades were OK, I don't need to study 10 hours a day on a weekend. My father got angry. OK? he said, OK? How could you be so complacent? You had a B during your first quarter. I apologized for getting a 4.4, and said I'll try harder next time. You better, he said. And that was that. Three days into the snowstorm, I was hoping, praying, for school to _____ start already. PS. is this easy to understand? I mean, I did try.