The Reason Why Rainy Days Aren't My Favorite Days

1. You can never find the right umbrella.  For instance, I can't find my green umbrella that I always keep in my car.  Instead, I dig through my trunk to find an umbrella I didn't even know existed.  Upon opening it and stepping outside, I find that there is a hole and that water leaks through.  Not a very efficient umbrella.  Also, when I come to close it and step inside the library, I find that it refuses to close.  Everytime I push it down, it pops right back up and splays open.  I look around to see if anyone is watching this ridiculous event take place.  No.  Everyone else is safely inside, dry.

2. Puddles.  Everywhere.  Puddles everywhere=wet shoes, wet jeans.  One of the worst things about Uggs, despite their comfort level, is the fact that they soak through so easily.  So, the second my foot steps into that puddle, I feel the rush of water hitting my feet and sending a chill up my body.  At least since they're boots they keep my jeans dry.  That's one of my pet peeves.  Wet jeans.  Gross.

3. The only thing that I really would like to do on rainy days is a) sleep b) lie around doing nothing c)drink tea d) wear comfy thick socks e) watch Glee f) NOT study for my Bio exams g)have so much fun doing those things.

In conclusion, the only reason people say that they like rainy days is because they equate to lazy days.  However, if one has things to do on a rainy day and those things involve walking outside, then rainy days are not even close to being enjoyable.  My point is: I should have stayed home today.

I wish my life was Glee Club.

Yesterday I started to watch Glee.  Out of boredom...but mostly procrastination, I suppose.  I found the first episode and started to play it, and by the 5th episode (yes, I watched that many...plus maybe 4 more) I was hooked.  From the what seems at first glance to be a cheesy plot but upon closer review you see it actually says a lot more, to the singing, to the dancing, to Rachel, Quinn, Puck, Finn and the boy in the wheelchair...I could go on, but I wont.  From the computer screen to my heart.  I love it.

Today I was sitting in my lab humming "Stop in the Name of Love," when I looked up and said to one of my lab partners (funny story, her last name is Saeedi too, how weird is that?) "Wouldn't it be great if our lives were like Glee?"
She looked at me and laughed and said, "Yeah but my voice sucks."
Well so does mine.
My other lab partner looked at me and said, "My boyfriend laughs at me when I sing, so I only sing when I'm alone."

And I started to think how funny it was that in Glee they glorify differences among the students.  To be in Glee, there is something about you that is different, that doesn't fit into the realms of "normal society."  But here, in our world, we would be the outcasts in a Glee-ian society.  I know I wouldn't fit in if I couldn't hit that high F note, or if I can't tell the difference whether my voice is coming out sharp or flat.

I guess I just have to keep singing to myself and pretend that I can break into song in response to any situation.  Pretend shpretend.

Aint nothing gonna break my stride, aint nothing gonna slow me down.  No no.  I've got to keep on moving.  I can sing if I want to, I can leave my friends behind.  Its my life, and it's now or never, I aint gonna live forever, I just wanna sing while I'm alive.

Card Time

Today I wrote a card out:

"Will you marry me?
-Yes?
-No?
-Maybe?
Love, Will "

I felt like I was imposing on someone's life.  At the same time, I'm so curious to know what the response was.

Yesterday I wrote a card out:

"If I was a dog or a cat, I would pray that you were my owners."

It's sweet in a really "I like to be dominated" sort of way.

It's Tradition