Today, Knoxville was blanketed by showers. Most of the time, it wasn't a very hard rain. It was a gentle shower. HOWEVER! The time that the heavens split to unleash a torrent of water was the exact same time that I was walking to class. By the time I reached the building I was drenched down to my panties. Water was dripping from my hair. My backpack was soaked. By the time that class was over it had gone back to a drizzle.
I froze for the rest of my classes.
Also. To the girl that is in my art class, the next time you see me it's okay to not talk to me. I won't think you're rude. In fact, be rude. I'd appreciate it more you annoying, fucking twit. Seriously. I'm about this close -- to being rude and not ginger with your ass. Stop talking.
This last bit is probably going to only amuse me. Doctor Who on Sci-Fi is being sponsored by the People of the United Methodist Church. :D