Thursday, January 12, 2006

the Dust Bowl

i hate a lot of things- Mickey Mouse, oranges, people named Albert. but i can definitely say that i hate West Texas wind more than any of those things. i could hear the walls groaning in pain before i even set one foot outside. (well, that could have been my neighbor...) if it hadn't been the first day of my Deciphering Ancient Drivel class, i would have taken shelter under my blankets with a box of Frosted Mini Wheats as a companion. instead, i had to go take a dirt bath along with all the other dumb Lubbockites who succumbed to societal pressure and fulfilled obligations such as work and school. at the first intersection i crossed, i saw swirling eddies of debris and a giant wall of dust. i would have shot a short video so that anyone who has never glimpsed such a sickening sight could understand my level of hostility on days like today, but i was running late to class. don't worry. there will be another dust storm soon, i'm sure. i'll make time to videotape it then. for now, just imagine someone rubbing sandpaper on your eyeballs while you inhale the contents of your vacuum cleaner bag and snack on a dirt clod.

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