Doo-ba-doo-bee! It's the Beatles, dammit!
I just wrote less than a page of script in Spanish, and I suck so hard at writing in a foriegn language that I had to write something in English just to validate my own self worth... yet again. That is where this blog post comes in. I swear, it was only 200 words, but it still took me an hour and half. Spanish compositions are to constipation as English compositions are to _________.
a. a jar of almonds
b. Judy Bloom
c. diarrhea
d. ubiquitous
Remember those?!
Today it rained. The concept of non-Texas rain is still strange to me. It goes like this: a light drizzle that eventually evolves into an almost intangible mist followed my more drizzling with the occasional fat drop hitting you right in the eye. This continues for no less than 24 hours.
After living in Tejas for a number of years, I expect every raincloud to bring torrents of downpour and lighting and thunder and tornadoes watches. That crazy rain that goes sideways and throws itself up against the window so hard that your mother comes bustling into the room in a frantic tizzy (poorly concealed) and shoves you and your sister into the closet under the stairs without explaining anything. And then after 15 minutes of madness, it clears and there is sun again.
Damn, I miss Texas.
But the rain felt right today. After a straight week of delicious weather (sun, clear skies, high of 74), there just had to be a break from the beauty. It was kind of eerie how perfectly the good weather coincided with "Cornell Days" when all the parents/prospective students come and journey around campus taking in the history and listening for that secret loophole to beating the admissions game and getting a free ride in (yes, I've been there too).
I still wonder why more people don't shout truths at the touring groups, like "Don't come here! They average everything to a B-!" or "I lost my will to live months ago!" or "'Ivy League Prestige' attracts more pompous assholes than any other group!". I guess there's a kind of respective restraint. The mentality is that if we badmouth the school, we badmouth ourselves for choosing to come to the school. And if we badmouth ourselves, well that just doesn't mesh well with our pomposity and assholeishness.
But now that they're all gone, the rain is back. Still, I'd rather have sidewalks marred with rain puddles than clusters of meandering tourists...
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Yeah, we're getting hit with colder weather about now after a week of delicious sunshine. I'd care less if I hadn't UPSed all my warm clothes home already. ;_;
Remember how all of us from high school who came up to the East Coast told ourselves we'd all meet up sometime in New York, yet now we probably never will? I was thinking about that the other day...yeah, I don't see it happening. Oh well.
Are you coming back to Texas for the summer at all? I'll be living and working (read: bartending) in Houston all summer, but if you're in-state at all I'd like to say hi. I'll be moving to Russia this fall for 8-9 months, so I want to catch up with people before I go.
Hope Cornell isn't being too rough on you now that the semester's winding down! :)
Yeah, we got some of that crazy Texas rain just a few days ago... here in Texas. (Go figure.) It was Saturday night and Jon and I were on the way to a party. As we were driving over, there was all kinds of crazy lightning and thunder and by the time we parked the car, it was POURING. We couldn't park closer than about half a block away from where the party was, so we had to jump out and run. By the time we reached the door we were soaked to the bone. And I realized that I had left the girl's birthday present in the car. So Jon went back for it. Because he is awesome like that. Unfortunately, the present got soaked. And so did we. But there were Jello shots inside. So all was well.
And that is my rain story. Yup.
It's freakin' hot here... That's my rain story.
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