I am so tired of the rain.
No superlative could come close to describing the torrent of water falling on Yale as we speak; it's actually as though someone tipped a gigantic bucket over. Walking to classes or the dining hall was once a cheery stroll through gothic-land; now it is an impossible journey, mainly involving me scampering to avoid puddles and the sheets of water that come flying from cars cruising by. The umbrellas are like demolition derby. They bump and jostle, and you can't talk to anyone because manuvering them is too difficult.
I have no idea how I'm going to survive this week. The wonderful forecast on WB-11 was: "Rain all week!". The meteoroligist apparantly thought this was very cheery news. He smiled when he said it, and gave an indulgent chuckle.
Gah!
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My room is clean thanks to Parent's Weekend. For some reason, I feel compelled to keep it that way. Twin, being perfect and all, always keeps his clean (he actually brooms it once a week and uses air freshner to keep things "crisp").
This morning I sorted through my papers. This involved straightening them and placing them in a uniform pile.
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Martha Stewart tonight! I really love the new Apprentice show. For some inexplicable reason, I have also come to like Stewart herself. She is much more engaging then Donald Trump, and her boardroom firing sessions are much better to watch. In Trump's boardroom, everything seems to be teetering precipitously; his mood and decision can change with lightning speed. In Stewart's (more designer) boardroom, she smiles compassionately, and she mumbles some generous phrase (like "you are very talented"). She then writes them a letter (on the spot!). It just feels so much less tense.
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Mid-term/evaluation season is over! This means I'll have some downtime before it begins again.....in two weeks.
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I love the theme song. I'm not afraid to admit it: I sing along.
Also, it is a little less.....business-y then Trump's, and her haircut is a little standard, but at least she's not stupid. And at least she doesn't have the ego.
A filing cabinet? So you can file your clothes away? That's ridiculous. My dresser, although wooden and old and dilapidated, is wonderfully large.
Arizona is a desert. I miss Arizona. Bah.
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