Snow in April

A light snow fell for about two days. It wasn't a whole lot but enough for me to frantically text everyone I know in California with "OMG It's snowing!" then they texted back with "OMG IN APRIL?! R U OK? That sux." Obviously, I survived. I don't really go anywhere so the "weather" is a novelty I observe from within the confines of my dismal apartment. Actually, it's less dismal since my stuff arrived. There is finally some art to look at and bookshelves lining the walls. All my clothes and shoes arrived unharmed. Life could be better but like I said I'm surviving.

Also making my life miserable are the crappy radio stations they have around here. I found, on iTunes, a station called KROQ Cleveland and got excited. KROQ! YES! Then I listened to it. The music they play sucks and the commercials are folksy and irritating. A station that is called KROQ should not play: Lonestar, Shania Twain, Los Lonely Boys, Leona Lewis and cheesy 80's Pop. This station is fail. I thought Cleveland was all about Rock 'n Roll? KROQ Cleveland is all about "soft rock & yesterday's favorites". I switched back to the real KROQ where I can live in denial with No Doubt, Nirvana and Sublime.

Another thing to add to my list of "Things I hate about this apartment" is the oven. It doesn't work. David forgot to mention that when I moved in and continued to forget to mention it even when I talked about baking cookies. Even when we went out and bought stuff to make cookies. A whole week of baking cookies talk and nothing jogged his memory. I can't decide if we should ask the manager to pull an operable oven from an empty apartment or just forget about homemade cookies and cakes. Sigh.Oh well.

The good news is the sun is shining and the corner store sells bottled ice-cold Frappuccino. I have plenty of books to read and the Internet is constantly being updated. One day, I'll learn how to read the bus schedule and get the hell out of the apartment. I still haven't seen one bus drive down our street. I am beginning to think that the LCT (Lorain County Transit) signs are just for show. The last thing I want to do is wait in the cold wind for a bus that never comes and if it does end up coming decides to drop me off on the highway in front of the Ford Plant.