There is something about rain that is so cleansing. It's been raining all day, and I've happily traded my flip-flops for my tattered converse sneakers to walk across campus. I can't seem to focus on where I am supposed to be, though. Rainy days remind me of the smell of cedar, that great feeling when you are drenched in cold rain and go inside to take a really hot shower, trips to Galeton to yardsale with my Grandmother, and at the same time cottages in the middle of the woods. They make me feel the great, innocent things of childhood and ironically like a calm, cool, collected adult. I just want to curl up with a chai latte, a great old book like Into the Wild, and waste the day away. Forgive me if I sound bitter but here I am, in the Cyber Cafe, drinking starbucks and doing homework. Boo, hiss.
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