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Sep. 23rd, 2003 11:07 amIt's raining. It rained all night. It was a reasonable level of wet on leaving Kingston, and too warm to wear my leather, the only really waterproof coat I ahve at this point. So I didn't, assuming that since it had been rainign for hours, it would stop eventually. Seemed logical, given past experiences with rain.
I was very wrong.
And am still very very wet, after two classes.
On the way to school it got heavier, so that it was hard to see the car in front of us. Not good. And then we got to campus, and I never realized before just how far apart the buildings are. I was runnign in between them. At the first I wasn't too wet, just soggy, but after getting the coffee (Mmmmmmmm. Warm.) and going to the next building, I was dripping. I dried off a bit in the bathroom, for no good reason. But I didn't wet the floor quite as much as I would have otherwise, and I suppose somepne might appreciate that. Not that it really seemed to matter. Then stood in the doorway, staring at the rain, and willing it to abate a bit. It didn't. There was another girl waiting, who is also in the metals class. And she said the same thing about it, that they havn'et really taught her how to put things together and make them stick, despite this being one of the best programs in the country. Feh. Yet another story to make me want to go back to Albany and Gunnar. Eventually, we both decided that the rain was going to keep raining, and we should just run. By the time I got to the LCs, which connect to Humanities where I was bound, I had to stop in the bathroom to wring out my skirt. All the way off, twisted up and dripping out. With any luck my last class will have been cancelled as I think it was supposed to be (or it may be the next one) and I can get a ride home, rather than walking all the way to the bus stop. Because that would be horriffic. Fortunately I had two shirts on, but the under one is just a tank top, and the other had sleeves. Of course, without it I am much warmer than being covered with so much wet fabric. My arms are dry, and my face, and that's about it.
I want a smoke, but I fear it may be too wet for that.
This is an oceanic rain, not one that should have come up here. Hell, even the hurricane wan't this bad. Of course, I missed the hurricane by going to work, where I was given the choice of quit now, or be fired when the manager gets back. That was fucked up, and a rather long story. About people telling tales that were not true. That girl is a miserable bitch anyway.... Bad things will happen to her. Not necessarilly from my own doing, but whatever karma there is in this world will surely devour her. Heehee.
I was very wrong.
And am still very very wet, after two classes.
On the way to school it got heavier, so that it was hard to see the car in front of us. Not good. And then we got to campus, and I never realized before just how far apart the buildings are. I was runnign in between them. At the first I wasn't too wet, just soggy, but after getting the coffee (Mmmmmmmm. Warm.) and going to the next building, I was dripping. I dried off a bit in the bathroom, for no good reason. But I didn't wet the floor quite as much as I would have otherwise, and I suppose somepne might appreciate that. Not that it really seemed to matter. Then stood in the doorway, staring at the rain, and willing it to abate a bit. It didn't. There was another girl waiting, who is also in the metals class. And she said the same thing about it, that they havn'et really taught her how to put things together and make them stick, despite this being one of the best programs in the country. Feh. Yet another story to make me want to go back to Albany and Gunnar. Eventually, we both decided that the rain was going to keep raining, and we should just run. By the time I got to the LCs, which connect to Humanities where I was bound, I had to stop in the bathroom to wring out my skirt. All the way off, twisted up and dripping out. With any luck my last class will have been cancelled as I think it was supposed to be (or it may be the next one) and I can get a ride home, rather than walking all the way to the bus stop. Because that would be horriffic. Fortunately I had two shirts on, but the under one is just a tank top, and the other had sleeves. Of course, without it I am much warmer than being covered with so much wet fabric. My arms are dry, and my face, and that's about it.
I want a smoke, but I fear it may be too wet for that.
This is an oceanic rain, not one that should have come up here. Hell, even the hurricane wan't this bad. Of course, I missed the hurricane by going to work, where I was given the choice of quit now, or be fired when the manager gets back. That was fucked up, and a rather long story. About people telling tales that were not true. That girl is a miserable bitch anyway.... Bad things will happen to her. Not necessarilly from my own doing, but whatever karma there is in this world will surely devour her. Heehee.
