| | Wednesday. 9.6.06 9:31 am So yesterday it rained its' ass off here in Maryland. I had the displeasure of driving to school in all of the rainy goodness. It was one of those days where you could barely see the vehicle in front of you. So anyway, after I took my sweet time motoring to campus...I pulled into a parking space...turned off the ignition...and just sat there. After sitting for about 15 minutes, I realize that the time will come when I have to get out of this car. Luckily for me, I DID have a small umbrella. Unluckily for me, it was in my trunk. I devised a devious plot to rush out the door...pop the trunk...grab my umbrella...and open my umbrella in one quick motion to avoid maximum saturation. My plot was foiled, however, when I realized the instant I got out of the car...it wasn't your typical everyday rain. It was as if King Neptune himself was smiting me down with all of the earth's oceans. The fact that the rain was coming down at a weird, almost horizontal angle seemed to negate most of the protection that my umbrella could offer me. At this point, I pretty much said "fuck it" and started walking as fast as I could toward the building that housed my class. It was some time between me saying "fuck it" and me hulling ass toward my class that I realized that UMBC was the puddle capitol of the world. It wasn't even like these puddles were sporadically placed...the entire parking lot and sidewalk was one big puddle. The sidewalk was fucking flowing. I'm talking about the kind of flowage that would cause a salmon to say "Damn, I'm not migrating up this bitch." So after purchasing a scuba tank and suiting up..I finally made it into the building. I made my way across the "caution wet floor" and went down some steps. About ten minutes later, our teacher shows up and tells us that we have changed classrooms for the day. I bet you can't guess where this new destination was located...that's right...back outside...across more campus. It wasn't really that bad by this point though. The rain had slowed down to a light sprinkle...I made it to class...didn't slip...and I didn't even see Noah's arc...not even once. So all in all...I guess it was more amusing than annoying. i find it amusing as well. it's funny when other people get drowned in all the rain. it's happened to me a dozen times.
how about changing the size of that video so people can actually read your blog without having to copy and paste it to another location?
cheers,
sank » thaitanic on 2006-09-06 09:55:11 stole my idea I told you how funny it would be if you had to swim to class in your swim suit. and here it is just slightly changed in this blog. :-P » GooseGirl on 2006-09-06 07:07:23 awe it's too bad you don't have one of those cars with the back seats that pull down to access the trunk. :( » little-b on 2006-09-06 08:36:36 If you are a member, try logging in again or accessing this page here. |
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Halfwayhome
And These Melodies Will Soar Over The Sea And Past Your Ears
Your Eyes Like Prisms Filter Snapshots Into Pools Of Bloodstained Tears
And These Words Are Like A Shot Piercing You Skin Into Your Veins
Lifting Your Eyelids Just Enough To Watch Me Slowly Drift Away
Emberghost
So much for reason when you need a reaction
Who needs discretion when you've got passion?
I retraced the lines, the terrain, and the contour
Caught your reflection in a maze of mirrors, well
Collecting thoughts with crazed determination
I came alive with renewed sense of purpose
My fear is that I wouldn't even know you if I saw you
And how could I live with myself then?
Answers time was to provide
Yield only to the white's of your eyes
And I am not here to mend goodbyes
I've come to name the whites of your eyes
Red Jumpsuit Apparatus
But wait, now that I've found you,
situations from dark now change to gray
Disregarding my absence of memories,
it's perpetually blinding me of sanity,
and just when I'm giving in,
as I try to scale these walls
Jericho falls around me
and I feel that I've strayed too long
And darkness is fading in, and darkness is real
Oh my eyes
oh closing slowly
I try
Fate seems to recreate,
I just cannot escape,
Something holds me down and makes me
act a way I can't explain
Even now I can feel it coming over me choking me,
as I'm falling behind
You can say you know me,
but you have no clue what my dreams could show you
Taking Back Sunday
This glass house is burning down You light the match, I'll stick around I'll give you everything you want And wish the worst of what I was
"count on having clouded vision for...at least a little while"
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