The first cold rain

It's not a summer rain, water temperate and pleasant; it's not the kind of rain you can peel off your clothes and stroll around the grounds in. It's like my ocean. It's cold and hard, powerful and beautiful, and if you don't respect it then it will fuck you up without sparing you a thought. It's raw, and it fills me, and it makes my body shake if I try to simply exist inside of it. It calls out the turning of the world, the changing of the season's guard. It speaks of change, because it is change. It seeps inside, a chill saturating everything, and says that I may do as I please but the earth is going to bed now so keep it down. And I come back to my room, cold and damp, no more prepared to go to sleep than I was, but a little more at peace.

I will miss the thunder, though.

I should be studying for my maths test

I would consider rocking this.

I would definitely rock this.

Reminder to self:

Do not engage the troll, for it both wastes your time and pleases the troll.
And you will get no lulz because hir professed world view will deaden and kill your soul.

Go forth and sin no more.

argh

So it looks like there is no test today. Very little in the way of details, just a 'Class Dismissed' notice posted on the door ten minutes after class was scheduled to begin.

I'm ready to take the test now. I'm leaving for two weeks before the next class period. I can imagine no way in which this ends well for me.