10.14.2009 2:32 AM

Well... it's started raining.

Some of my suitemates were surprised, because apparently, it doesn't rain so much where they're from (San Diego, California). Someone told me it rains ten times a year there (okay, more, but you get the point).

One thing I've disliked about California is the dryness of the landscape. There is no lush green, no rolling hills of healthy grass waving in the wind, only brittle plants clinging to whatever moisture they can get. I've always like the rain, though... there's always a different feel in the air when the heaven water falls. It might be the smell, the feeling of constantly being in touch with the sky, or perhaps even the relieving thought of living life as an endless cycle, but whatever the reason the rain has a powerful, almost magnetic attraction. It makes one feel free and lets ideas flow. I feel like I haven't been thinking enough. On some days, when I'm sitting inside at the computer with only natural light filtering in through the pale gray square in the wall, I'm pulled to the past by a powerful nostalgia, back to when I wrote stories. And I'm...not...even old. Rain is so constant. What a beautiful world we have... (forgive the arrogance of that sentence).

Midterms are coming up rapidly, my Russian lit essays are hemorrhaging red ink, and things are not looking good. I sense a repetition of high school, except now I'm actually in trouble, because grades really do matter and classes are difficult. I've got quite a lot of reading to catch up to (especially with two literature classes!). One thing that slightly bothers me is that I don't actually need to take either of my literature classes, because 1) I'm not an English major 2) the two fill the same GE requirement that I'm already done with because of a community college and 3) I'm done with my writing requirement as well. It's exciting to learn about Russian and old English literature, but getting graded so heavily on writing rubs my fur the wrong way. I'm also a bit concerned because I haven't turned in a biology assignment yet... :/ My school life is always filled with worries, indicating what an irresponsible student I am. And just look at the atrocious sentence structures in this paragraph--my writing has got to improve, even if I have to spend hours emulating the New York Times and Wall Street Journal writers to do it.

I should go to sleep now, because I have to wake up a bit earlier than usual to go see my bio TA, and I don't want to stagger around campus like the reanimated corpse I was today. We're semi-lucky. Our neighbors have a fantastic view, but ours isn't too shabby either. Though there is a tree placed inconveniently right outside our window, we can see part of the LA skyline, and I can admire the scintillating colors as I fall asleep, but today, the city isn't visible. Raindrops have fogged up the glass as they roll down the window. Or perhaps the lights of the city themselves have been dimmed...

Love.