In so much rain I Could Almost Drown
I was stuck in the rain having to go to an appointment and waiting for the bus. Ideally I would have wanted to stay home in my warm bed all day. I had to walk slowly and carefully. I didn't want to purposely walk in puddles or fall. Sometimes I fall on dry ground. It's embarrassing. My dad was mad because I didn't wear my boots. I lost them in the abyss of my closet. I thought I could take the rain kinda. I endured the rainy years of 1991, 1992, 1997, 1998, and 2004 or was it 2005? One of my biggest fears in riding the bus in a heavy rainstorm is that I'll get stranded somewhere. It has happened to me before. I really didn't want to wear my boots because I slip in them. And sometimes they bring me bad luck. Well they didn't when I used them for a Halloween costume. I used to like to wear them when I played Rock Band. I think they helped coax out my inner rock star that only came out when I played Rock Band. I was not very good at playing the fake instruments. I played all the fake guitars like a keyboard on my lap pressing the buttons. I realized I was really good at the songs I knew by heart. Once I memorized the song intonations I was really good at it. I'm not sure if I have the courage to participate in Karaoke with strangers. I know I can't sing, and I'm not the stupendous singer who lacks confidence. Actually they were an ill advised purchase I made back in college in 2002, and I don't wear them much. Plus I tripped in them, no make that accidentally fell down a flight of stairs in 2004 in them. My mom had suggested to me to get rain boots. I thought they would be really hard to find this time of year. Stupid me! I could just look for some online. Are the stores stocking the bikinis again? Why do stores stock bikinis in the winter or close to the winter, and it's not old stock?
I noticed my old messenger bag from walmart circa 2000 isn't color fast. I was mad I forgot my bag of colored pens I like to take with me. I like writing in different colored pens
I almost missed my bus stop. I couldn't find all the landmarks I saw the first time I rode that route. It was too rainy and the bus' windows were all fogged up. I couldn't remember the name of the intersection. I ended up listening to "Won't Be Long" at the same bus stop again. It was strange I heard it the last time I was there. I didn't queue up the song or anything. I thought I saw a homeless guy with a mossy beard, but he was just wearing a green surgical mask.
I have to say we still overreact to the rain here. What are we made of sugar? Or maybe we are all the Wicked Witch of the West. Did you know in the books she had 1 eye? Then I was thinking how do they handle the rain in other places where it rains a lot or even *gasp* snow!?
When I got to the last stop the song "The Sun and the Rain" by Madness came on and I was singing along with. I was alone, so I didn't care. I think "The Sun and the Rain" has to be my favorite Madness song or at least one of them. I have to go to this orientation meeting thing. There were no cell phone people there. I guess they don't work in the rain. It started late again, but I'm not surprised. Does anything they do ever occur on time there? It just seems like the more I go to them the more they suck. It's all smoke and mirrors and propaganda. I wanna get back to college so badly. All these "programs" they offer to help people get jobs in my experience really don't exist. I know because I asked about them. The worst thing was that the facilitator could not even answer questions. I just don't want to go back to hell; I mean Job Club.
I tried kastup on a taco. It was awful! Kastup on a beef taquito is worse! Somebody made a reference to the song "It Never Rains in Southern California". I'm familiar with the Tony! Toni! Tonè! version. What happened to that group? I like "If I had no Loot". On the ride home I was hoping not to hydroplane. I was thinking about what happened to Marc Summers.
After I thought about it I was reminded of the bad rain storm I endured back when I went to a taping of the Late Late show. In the end it was doubly worth it because I got to see Shirley Manson in person again, and I sounded smart in front of my writing class about a book I never read. I totally George Costanzaed that thing.
My dad thought I was sad because I was hunched over my bear pillow blasting "NYC Winter" through it. I think the pillow is breaking. I think I might need another pillow. :( I played "Fliptop Twister" for my mom, and she thought was a country song. LOL! ;P