Today is My Sister's Birthday
This is not good:
http://www.weather.com/weather/wxdetail/95616?dayNum=1&from=36hr_fcst_undeclared
Astute Observation
"I can remember many a rainy Picnic Day, but I can't ever remember having a rainy Easter" - Kris' Aunt Bev about weather in Davis.
This begs the question, is Picnic Day often doomed to raindom?
Let's all cross our fingers, knock on wood, eat some shamrocks, or whatever it is you do for good luck. Just don't do a dance, it could be misconstrued as a rain dance. You can dance. Just don't do A dance. I want to wear a polka dot dress, I want to watch Mobility hip-hop themselves to oblivion in the sun, I want to see the dogs frolick about in the grass, I want to rock out to some Ska on the quad, and most of all I want to be able to wander around campus aimlessly in a stupor without having to worry about getting soppy.
I may or may not have succumbed to the delirium that comes from studying for long periods of time. Or maybe I just use that as an excuse whenever I am being especially strange.
Now, for some Bailey:
FEET!!
Makes you want to tickle his whiskers, doesn't it?
And now back to working on my POL116 paper on The Illiad so I can go to Rock It! Sunday night...
someone outside just screamed rather shrilly...at least the bongos have stopped.
http://www.weather.com/weather/wxdetail/95616?dayNum=1&from=36hr_fcst_undeclared
Astute Observation
"I can remember many a rainy Picnic Day, but I can't ever remember having a rainy Easter" - Kris' Aunt Bev about weather in Davis.
This begs the question, is Picnic Day often doomed to raindom?
Let's all cross our fingers, knock on wood, eat some shamrocks, or whatever it is you do for good luck. Just don't do a dance, it could be misconstrued as a rain dance. You can dance. Just don't do A dance. I want to wear a polka dot dress, I want to watch Mobility hip-hop themselves to oblivion in the sun, I want to see the dogs frolick about in the grass, I want to rock out to some Ska on the quad, and most of all I want to be able to wander around campus aimlessly in a stupor without having to worry about getting soppy.
I may or may not have succumbed to the delirium that comes from studying for long periods of time. Or maybe I just use that as an excuse whenever I am being especially strange.
Now, for some Bailey:
FEET!!
Makes you want to tickle his whiskers, doesn't it?
And now back to working on my POL116 paper on The Illiad so I can go to Rock It! Sunday night...
someone outside just screamed rather shrilly...at least the bongos have stopped.