Noobility part deux.

This post is very reminiscent of this post that I wrote almost exactly a year ago. It seems my noobility follows the seasons.

So there I was, sitting in my Canadian Poli Sci class listening to Marland go on about political ethics... when I hear it.

It was a blizzard.

They have a very distinct sound. Different from a regular snowfall (which is virtually noiseless) and snow storms (which have a wooshy sound), blizzards have that dry-snow-against-glass sound. Kind of sounds like a rain-maker.

This is where I started to lose it. It went something like:

Ohmigod. Ohmiiigod. There is a blizzard, A BLIZZARD. IN NOVEMBER. There isn't even any snow on the ground! It's still fallesque! I'm wearing my flamingo shoes, they're going to get soaked through. And I don't have mitts. Or a toque. My hair is going to get all ridiculous. And, oh man, what if it's real bad out and the plows go down the roads? I'm parked on the street, they'll plow me in! I don't want have to shovel myself out with the window scraper again. I wonder...

At this point I'm looking around frantically, wondering why no one else is commenting on the fact that THE WORLD IS ENDING AND GLOBAL WARMING (COOLING?) IS NOW UPON US AT A FASTER RATE THAN EVEN AL GORE HAD PREDICTED.

My Poli Sci friend notices my frantic head motions and deer-caught-in-headlights face and offers me a quizzical look. I of course look at him like he's crazy. Don't you hear that? I silently ask in my head. There's a blizzard happening at this very second!

He tries to go back to listening to the lecture but I can tell he's only half paying attention and is intrigued by what sort of drug I could possibly be on. So I try to calm down and tell myself that obviously there was a weather warning on The Weather Network this morning, and obviously I just missed it and that's why no one else is freaking out because they were prepared for it.

And then I notice that the girl in front of me is eating a Jos Louis.

A Jos Louis encased by a rustling cellophane package.

A rustling cellophane package that sounds a lot like a blizzard (for some reason).

. . .

WHO EATS JOS LOUIS' AT 9:30 IN THE MORNING ANYWAY?!