3:05 p.m. - 2007-03-27
Romanticism
So yesterday night I smiled in the face of weather.com telling me there was going to be AM showers the next day.

'It's gonna be like a little sprinkle. Haha.'

You goddamn weather.com. I hate you.

Woke up to sunny skies at 8:40ish. Got up to get ready for class which started at 9:50. All dressed up with my new bag and panda shoes. Get to class right on time. Bad experience with world history isn't letting me focus on this class. So everything seemed boring. The teacher even had a lesson the first day! Only a few teachers actually teach the first day of class. Well, in my two quarters of experience. So we went on till the proposed ending time. Ew. So long. I went to fill out some job applications at the career center. Library circulation desk job, something with typing things in different programs, and something with filling and keeping track of accounting receipts. I kinda want the receipt tracking one because it sounds easiest. My applications didn't sound that astounding but hopefully they don't care.

After that it the sun starts to freeze over and I go for the Bookmart shuttle to get my books. Buy my books, which weren't that much. Partly because I didn't buy all of them. Just missing my sign language, history, and speech (which I'm buying off Juan). Walk out the door and a freaking hurricane has just emerged from the clouds. It's raining and windy and I have a short sleeve, thin jacket and no umbrella. Shuttle takes forever but when it finally comes I jump in. Back at school I take a trek to the bookstore to buy some remaining books but find that the line is a python wraped around bookshelves and seemingly endless. So I say, screw it because I'm wet and cold and it's windy.

So I came home and by the time I'm back the rain has dissipated. And I make myself a huge lunch because I had skipped breakfast (side from three bites of a danish). Getting caught in the rain sounds all lovely but it's crap. Just like romanticism in art.

-keren