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For some reason, Anne seems to find my anger hilarious.

Really. Whenever I start up a rant, she just stares at me and laughs. Take today, for example, as we were walking to our physics class. The stupid weather here in the friggin Ohio Valley couldn't make up its mind as to rather it was going to rain or snow. The result? Gross, heavy snow that didn't stick to the ground, got all over everything, and just generally made my life miserable.

Me: THIS SUCKS.
Anne: It could be worse. It could be raining.
Me: It IS raining!
Anne: No, it's snowing.
Me: No, it's friggin... I don't know, snow-raining! It's SNAINING!
Anne: -cracks up laughing-

Of course, her laughter only makes me rage more at the snow-rain-snain-crap.

Me: It can't even be pretty, fluffy snow that at least gives you something to look at. No, you know what? That cloud up there, he decided, hey, I really want to screw up somebody's day. I know! Let's piss snain all over Richmond! Heck yes! Because heaven forbid I be able to, you know, SEE through this crap. Or feel dry after walking into a building. Or keep my baby dry.

(My baby would be my MacBook.)

Seriously though. Snain. It sucks. Tell your friends.