retardical_sam

I hate the weather so much it's beautiful. When I left the house this morning, it was sunny. Halfway to university, it starts to rain, and I get soaking wet, a state in which I was to remain all morning. I had a wonderful time reading in the library, staring out at the blue sky and all the people, but when I leave, rain was knocking on my head. After my last class, the sun came out again to lick my face, but by the time I got to go home (after a lab intro), it was dull and gloomy, and I sped home so as to avoid god pissing on me.

If only clouds could make up their mind about being cumulonimbus or not.

By the way, if you haven't read it, You Shall Know Our Velocity! by Dave Eggers is a fantastic book.