rainy days.
so what started out as a beautiful day (of course, i was working) turned into a downpour with pretty much no warning.. except for maybe the weather forecast, but they're always wrong. i'm convinced it's all my fault, i just /had/ to say, "julia, it feels like it's going to rain". I honestly hate rainy days, esp. when they come on my days off.. it makes me want to die inside, almost. The only things i like about rainy days; opening my umbrella and hearing the rain fall upon it(brings thoughts of when i used to actually have time to camp, and friends who had cars). i loathe closing my umbrella.
the worst thing about my day, was taking the bus home from work tonight. there was this awful squealing noise for the entire twenty minutes i sat on the edge of my seat. it was nearly the most evil noise i've ever heard in my life. the worst part about it though, it didn't appear that anyone else was suffering anywhere near the discomfort i was.. I was beginning to wonder if the noise was really there at all, which in turn caused me to begin thinking that maybe i'm just crazy, and i hate it when i start to think that. just when i didn't think i could take it anymore, it would get louder.. what the fuck? it was officially... the WORST.
i got home, folded laundry, hung my new lights, ate pretzels... wrote in my livejournal for the first official time.
what a swell life.
the worst thing about my day, was taking the bus home from work tonight. there was this awful squealing noise for the entire twenty minutes i sat on the edge of my seat. it was nearly the most evil noise i've ever heard in my life. the worst part about it though, it didn't appear that anyone else was suffering anywhere near the discomfort i was.. I was beginning to wonder if the noise was really there at all, which in turn caused me to begin thinking that maybe i'm just crazy, and i hate it when i start to think that. just when i didn't think i could take it anymore, it would get louder.. what the fuck? it was officially... the WORST.
i got home, folded laundry, hung my new lights, ate pretzels... wrote in my livejournal for the first official time.
what a swell life.