It's just raining here, but this rain is special, because it has a name. My rain is named Ida. So that's a first. Ever wonder why they give storms such archaic names? Why aren't there any Hurricane Janes? Or Hurricane Sarah? In any case, I can pretty much guarantee that there will never ever be a Hurricane Kim. One of the great mysteries of the world.

Going home next week. Catching a two-and-a-half day train filled with atrocious layovers. I plan for it to be quite poetic. Any time-killing suggestions?

So people are absurd, pixy stix are addictive, the rain makes me sad, and I need a 360 so I can buy Left 4 Dead 2.

And when I get home I'm going to bake and dance and sleep and cry and game and do laundry with a proper working dryer and bake and just generally be totally sedentary. AND DO YOGA.



And now to get through finals week without caffeine.



On a side-note (side-notes are denoted by abnormally large spaces between text), I'm pretty much a massive idiot.