WE'VE FOUND A ROCK STEADY BEAT
NOW ALL WE NEED IS A MELODY
badly drawn boy
okay i wrote this for my other journal, the one i was supposedly transitioning away from, but i need an entry here to take up space.
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i fucking love this rain. LOVE. IT. as i type this on the "Literary Index" computer in the reference section of the library (yes, clearly NOT INTENDED for recreational use), i am looking above and beyond the monitor at the 20-foot window, and through that out at the gigantic structure that is our library and the looming dark grey sky and the pounding (by so cal standards) rain that shrouds the whole scene in streaming wet goodness. and although this school and this city are not built to handle the weather (ahhh!! there's water on the GROUND!!!), and it almost seems like the cement walkways were constructed to hold the water in, and my shoes are soaked and my hair is frizzy and i couldn't talk to the cute guy long enough after class because i just had to get out of the downpour and under my striped (that's STRIPE-ED) umbrella, i still fucking. love. this. rain.
however, i still have to wonder about the shoeless girl. girl, you are carrying shoes. why aren't you wearing them?
(thinking of replacing this one).