Sunday, March 23, 2008
It's pouring today. I knew it was going to, but I was secretly hoping deep down inside that it'd be like yesterday, sunny and warm-ish. As warm as this time of year gets, anyway.
You know, the rain and I, we're buddies. I don't have anything against the rain. In fact, I love the rain. It makes me feel all warm and squooshie inside. Except, see, I'm going to the beach today, and although I'm an Oregonian and can function just fine on the beach in rain (please don't take that like other people can't, it's just, when you're from here you're rained on in the womb) but I was hoping we'd have some sun.
It's Spring Break (can I get a hallelujah? Can I get an amen?) and two of my really good friends are currently asleep on my livingroom floor, their goodies brought to them by the Easter Bunny (who also sometimes looks like me) sitting next to them waiting for them to wake up. Our plan is to head off to the coast for a while, and hopefully get some work done for an event we've got coming, but most likely just to slack.
I'm very much looking forward to it, rain or no rain.
In paper news (because I know you want to know) I got them done, but the Prof closed the class early and won't respond to my E-mails so I didn't get to turn them in. I'm mentally shaking my fist just thinking about it. See? I need the beach. It'll make me less homicidal.