Rain rain, go away...

Today I drove twenty minutes to Turlock in 40-50 MPH winds and pouring rain - and not to mention I took the back roads. It was HORRIBLE. Just my luck, the first day back to school and we have one of the biggest storms of the season. The walk from my car to the Bizzini hall is probably about a five minute walk. By the time I got to the classroom I was soaked. After an hour of class my freezing jeans finally started to dry, and my hair (which was covered by a hood, but still got wet) was turning into a frizzy mess.

On the plus side of class, I met a cute guy who, like me, is Sicilian. For the life of me I cannot remember his name, but it was italian-like... something like Armani (but not).

The professor, who shares my name (Jessica), seemed like a cool person. My head was spinning by the end of class with philosophical thoughts. What is reality? If you believe in God can you believe in fate? What is fate? What is psyche?

Should make for an interesting class, but I'm glad my major is not philosophy. I don't think I could stand studying the subject for extended periods of time. In fact, after the first hour of class I distinctly remember thinking, who cares? Definitely interesting, but also mind-numbing.

Hamlet's been enjoying running out in the rain today. I, however, have not enjoyed trying to catch him so I can wipe the mud and water off of him every ten minutes. For most people, this wouldn't be a problem, but we have a doggy door, so he can go in and out as he pleases. For the most part, he is potty trained. Potty trained, but only if the door is open. If the doggy door is closed he doesn't know how to let us know he wants out, so he'll just pee on the carpet. So we have to keep the door open and potentially risk muddy carpets.

You know, I haven't played the Sims in a long time. I think I will go do that right now.

Hope everyone is staying dry!

xo