Of Zombies and Elemental Backstabbing

  We, the Three Bewhiskered Desperadoes have been hideously betrayed.
  Yes, gentle readers, the weather has dealt us a low blow.  They all said that there would be an epic snowstorm last night.  The clouds even backed up these assertions, looming darkly overhead and casting a chill shadow over the hopeful inhabitants of Razzle the Maroon.  All over the rest of the state, the weather oblliged desperate schoolchildren, and normal life was brought to a standstill, buried under several inches of fluffy ice crystals.  Not, however, the city in which our college is located--Bummertown is the only metropolis in the entire western half of the state that is not clothed all in glistening white.  Our college is probably the only educational institution in the region that has not closed its doors to students. 
  It is all really too much.  We have been freezing our ragged hineys off for days, staying in Razzle in hopes of  at least keep most of our fingers attached to our hands, praying for a reprieve from the daily grind of college life--and, finally, when our prayers are answered, and the state in which we live is made to closely resemble the polar regions to the south of the globe, college still isn't closed. 
  We must be cursed.  Maybe, when Bebo was thinking nasty, disrespectful thoughts about the Super-Villain lab tech's hair, that fuschia-pated person perceived her insults and cursed us.  Or, perhaps, it is Leonard's fault; he refused to be offered up as a blood sacrifice to seal the weather's favor and bring snow.  Who knows?
  I certainly don't. 
  But, then, I am a mere hobo, trapped at school and whining about the weather because I am too lazy to do my English homework or study for the History test that I have tomorrow that I haven't started studying for yet.  I don't know anything about curses and the capricious nature of the elements.  Maybe there isn't anything personal about it at all.  Maybe the weather is just mean, nasty, and interfering because that is its nature, and it doesn't know how to do anything else.  I can certainly empathize with that, being myself a mean, nasty and interfering person who is just naturally like that.  (and all of the Desperadoes said, "Amen!")
  At any rate, school is not closed, for whatever reason, I bought new books on Monday (at Half-Price Books, I can get several paperbacks with a single morning's worth of panhandling money, which is really saying something, as I am not a particularly successful panhandler, being more gifted with theft and murder) and am therefore behind, both in sleep and in homework (the books are part of the reason why the History test is as yet unstudied for).  Perhaps I should actually think about doing something productive...
  Naw.  I thought about it, and the idea just wasn't appealing at all.
  The computer lab here at the college that should be closed is full of zombies.  I have a theory that the idea of zombies actually originated from the phenomenon of adults not actually turning into sentient, functional
human beings until the sun has been up for at least three hours, and they have partaken of some form of drug, such as coffee.  That would explain why everyone seems to be cheerful more in the summer time, and why so many get all grumpy and unpreductive in the winter.  I do not think, however, that this theory applies to animals, since Fiend and Morgoth are always not only always awake before I am, but they are also cheerful, cuddly, and full of friendly advice, such as "Get up now and feed me," or "You would wake up faster and be more cheerful if you rubbed my tummy and scratched my neck at the same time."  You gotta love 'em.
  I just thought of something that I wanted to say, but I have now forgotten it.  That might be a sign that I need to stop typing and start finishing the English homework that was due this morning...
~Hugo