I woke up this morning, and it was so incredibly tempting to go right back to sleep. It was drippy and dreary out, and I knew my little red umbrella would not go the whole day without flipping inside out at least once.
I was right. On the way back to my room after my last class, Sociology, in case anyone cares, my umbrella, in the ten minute walk, flipped out no less than eight times. It was unpleasant, to say the least. And i was in flip flops and leggings, because I don't have rainboots, and am waiting for someone to take me to Target so i can buy a pair.
It's supposed to rain all week. I might cry. I like rain, I really do. What i don't like is puddles that could span my bedroom, deep enough to swallow my foot. And the obnoxious prats on bikes who zip around splashing me. You know who you are. -.-
I'm gonna go dry off now. Maybe go to sleep and not wake up until it's sunshiney again.
Heart, me.
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