It's raining again. Today, I tried my best to outsmart the rain. Not because I hate being rained on, because I actually don't. I quite enjoy it. I ran to protect my precious laptop because the zipper on my bag no longer functions as it should- or at all. So in order to protect my laptop I decided to spring (or at least MY version of a sprint which most likely doesn't match up with the general population's) across a clearing to a patch of trees, from which point I would be able to finish the seemingly endless journey under the protection of the leaves, which bore the brunt of the rain on my behalf. So as I began my sprint across the open grass towards the shelter of the trees and then my car, the rain came down harder. The moment I reached the shelter of the all-protective trees, the rain stopped. So I waited for a moment to be sure it wasn't a trick and the rain wouldn't restart just as soon as I left the watchful eye of the trees...and I scampered across the street to my waiting car, which, regardless of the pleasant temperature outside, was hot and stuffy. Not the most welcoming of situations after a long day at work and school. But such is life, I suppose. Obviously, my laptop is none the worse for wear, and neither am I. Except, perhaps, for the fact that I missed an opportunity to enjoy the rain without having to worry about my possessions. This is why they say that you shouldn't wrap your time and money up in possessions. So, someday soon, the weather owes me a pleasant shower when I have nothing to worry about! As I drove home contemplating the irony of the rain bullying me as it did, I grew sick of the music I've been listening to for days on end. Suddenly all I care to listen to is the really good stuff. The music you find in coffee shops and obscure places and latch onto because it makes you feel alive or at home or in love...or any other slew of emotions that comes to your mind when you find that music that truly hits home. Me, I love Dave Matthews Band and Dashboard Confessional...but more than that I cherish a playlist that was made for me and my cohorts during our senior year of high school by the one woman (other than my mother) who was most influential in my young life. It's an eclectic mix of music that lifts my spirits like no other. I feel at peace when I listen to it and at this time in my life when I seem to be in a state of frustration quite often, it's exactly the medicine I need.
But the real world hits, and as it turns out I can't actually blog all night long because the exam demon will strike again at approximately 11:30 am tomorrow, and I have precious few hours to prepare to defend myself upon his arrival...