there's always a siren singing in a shipwreck

So I'm sitting here in my natural habitat, on a bench with my laptop and a sandwich. Today has been nice. I mostly sat. Outside one of the dining hall, on a few different benches, outside a coffee shop, wherever. There was a pleasant breeze that blew all the petals off the trees all day, it was like walking through a warm snowstorm. I basically took Monday off, I skipped an exam I had this morning and I'm procrastinating a presentation due Wednesday. I decided I needed a break, the week has started too soon this time. Is it so terrible to have a mental health day and enjoy the weather? I think not.

Happiness...

So on the car ride down to Williamsburg, for some unexplainable reason, I was overcome with negative thoughts bouncing around in my head. I was surrounded by moving cars and cars are scary machines. There are too many people driving that don't know how to use them properly. And cars are temperamental creatures, sometimes they just wig out. I love car rides so much but I never feel safe in them. When I was seven, my family moved to Virginia and on one of the trips down here I saw this horrible thing while on the highway. As we made our journey down I-495, a plume of black smoke that was rising above the trees became visible. As we got closer, I saw a family of three or four on the side of the road and not far off from them was a small sedan engulfed in fire. You could hardly tell it was a car anymore except for the melting tires. It was awful, seven-year-old me was so upset. I didn't understand why there was no one there too help this family. Why wasn't anyone stopping to help? For weeks after I was traumatized. I never want to get in a car again. Every time I take a road trip, I still get upset thinking about that poor family on the side of the road. I wonder if they were okay.

Well, between my last thought and this paragraph I've been forced to move locations. A thunderstorm has just erupted and since I am not a duck or a frog, I thought I should seek shelter on the porch of a nearby building. I love watching rain. The sound of it is so calming, even when it's pounding away at the roof above my head. I don't mind. Campus is so beautiful to see when everyone is hiding indoors and the only visible activity are the angry raindrops and lighting streaks and the tree branches dancing in the wind. It's a lovely sight. When the sheets of rain quiet down I might take a walk. I hate water and despise getting wet but I like the clouds and they like rain and if rain is good enough for the clouds, I might hang out with them.

On a completely different note, I found a fabulous time killer the other day. I'm not usually one for online games but this is the greatest thing I've ever seen! Introducing Sushi Cat! Let this chubster brighten your day.