(Nauseous.)

(If in fact that is how you spell it.)

After about the first 34246298 inches of rain, the novelty began to wear off and I wondered why I like rain so much. Why. WHY. WHY!!!

I was walking to class today and, of course, as in any rainstorm, there were many randomly arranged puddles of varying sizes scattering the sidewalks. (Even the covered sidewalks. Bitches.) So I'm skipping around like an obsessive compulsive maniac trying to avoid stepping into a knee-deep puddle and then drowning in muddy water up to my ears.

And I'm pretty good at it. And I step in a puddle that I thought was only millimeters deep. It looked shallow enough.

SPLASH GODDAMMIT I HATE MY LIFE FUCK.

And I got wet halfway up to my knees.

Life is defintely not fair, because my archnemesis was walking right behind me unbenounced to my attention, and since I made a royal idiot out of myself, she of course didn't step in the Puddle From Hell.

And in case you're wondering who this archnemesis may be? I refer to her only as such because I am already getting worked up about getting my nose pierced tonight, and she's doing it. I haaaate needles, but I told her to do it no matter how much I kicked and screamed and threw a hissy fit about it. So I refer to anyone who is trying to stab me in the face My Archnemesis until they Put.The.Needle.Down.

Thank you.

Ah well. I really need sleep tonight seeing as how I have stayed up late every single night this week doing Mock Trial/term papers/cleaning up cat pee/etc. But instead I am going to what I refer to as the pitiful excuse to drink beer and rub up against each other. A.K.A. Heather "Bounncy Hair" Royer's party. Which I definitely shouldn't do, considering she faints at the slightest amount of blood. Even on TV. So that was her only instruction to me and my archnemesis: "Just don't get blood on the carpet."

Thanks, Heather.

Make me feel a lot better.

© alexa

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