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I like to walk in the rain. During my second class this morning it started storming and it hadn't let up when class ended. Everyone was crowded around the doors, debating whether to walk through it or wait. I rolled my jeans up a bit and took off my shoes, then I was out the door. It was refreshing. The rain wasn't too cold, and I walked through a bunch of puddles because my feet were hurting a little bit, but it was nice. I got home and put clean pjs on, but decided that I would probably fall asleep if I tried to study with them on. I changed and went out to run some errands. I had bought Eric an Andy Warhol tshirt for Christmas from the Museum of Art, but it was a little small so I meant to exchange it. Well, they didn't have anymore of them, and the thirty days had passed for me to get my money back, so I walked around the little room looking for things that totaled $28. I got a small Ansel Adams print, Andy Warhol butterfly magnets (no fridge to put them on, unfortunately), an address book with a really cool Japanese print on it, a Vincent Van Gogh notepad, and a magnet of "Starry Night." I'm still excited about everything. I like little things. I went to the dry cleaners to drop off some pants, but there was a sign that said be back in 10 minutes. I waited, but they never showed up. I went back home and got my books to study at the pjc library. I was there forever it seemed- almost four hours- but I won't have too much to do this weekend. I almost bought a really cute notebook at the museum, but I like this better. I tend to write really sloppy when I have journals...