It was fine when I got out of my car this morning.

I walked to my 8 AM class and the weather was fine, so I left my hoodie and rainboots in the car. The weather was still fine when I walked to my biology lab at 11 AM. When lab ended at 2 it was POURING. I was wearing my laced vans, yep shoes of mainly cloth. However I was armed with a weak umbrella purchased in London a while back. Oh and it was 45 degrees out and I was wearing a thin short sleeve.. sweater (for lack of a better word), awesome. With straight classes afterward, so no time to run to my car for boots and that hoodie.

Anyway the reason I set that whole scene up was because after bio recitation, I was walking back to the parking lot (This is my third class with smart cute guy who doesn't like shoes), and he was walking behind me to what I assume is his apartment (happens every Wednesday; does noticing these things make me half a stalker?). Well a bit of wind came under the umbrella and made it flip inside out. So I got distracted trying to fix my umbrella, and ended up stepping into a ridiculously deep puddle (Denton, fix your sidewalks. ...AND your streets for that matter, you're pissing off my tires). My perfectly clean classic beige vans are going to be stained with gross water. I blame International Club for ruining my other vans, DAMN PLANTS.

The whole occurence isn't really important, I just wanted to make it clear that stupid things always happen to me in front of people I seem to have an interest in. Or anyone, stupid things happen to me in front of everyone too, Thatcher would know, I have lots of stupid stories.

On a completely random note, we played biology jeopardy in recitation today. Cute, smart, shoeless guy knew all of the answers; he didn't even have to look them up. ME LIKE.

Having a crush on someone you've never spoken to, stupid right? Ha.

You may have noticed that I backtrack a lot when telling stories, that's exactly how I speak too. It drives my sister crazy, probably others too. I blog exactly how I talk, so yay run-ons.


Claire