A Place For My Stuff

In other news, it is hella raining here and I may have accidentally given myself pneumonia …?

See, this morning, when I got ready to go to class it wasn’t raining that hard and I decided I probably didn’t need my umbrella.  Anyway, I was running a little late, so I ended up driving to campus instead of taking the bus and had to park in the parking deck.  

I went to my first class, and after that I have to walk about half-way across campus to my next class, and I’ve only got ten minutes between the two, you know?  So I go to leave the Psych building and look outside; its fucking POURING down rain.  We’re talking the kind of rain where you can’t see its so heavy, the kind of rain where it feels like being hit with a few hundred water balloons at once every time the drops hit you.  But I have to get to my other class… so I have to walk in this.

So I figure, “I’ll just run across the street and cut the the parking deck; that’ll save me at least a little bit of the getting-rained on.”  I would approximate that from the doors of the psych building to the inside of the parking deck is about ~250ft (~80 meters).  In the time it took me to get from one to the other, I was literally soaked.  On parts of the street the water was so deep it was over my ankles, wtf.  Also, during this short walk it managed to start hailing.  FML.

So I got into the parking deck, and my there was water running out of my hair and clothes like a faucet.  I briefly entertained the idea of continuing on to my next class, but I was already shivering I was so cold, so I decided I should probably just go home and change.  Now, I should note that my car was parked on the upper-most level of the parking deck, so I had go back into the rain and run another 200ft.  Again, water-balloon raindrops and ankle-high water.  I got to my car, drove home, ran from my car to my building, and prayed my bag hadn’t gotten so wet my books would be ruined.  

As soon as I closed the door of my apartment behind me, I had to strip because the water was running off of me.  My shoes were soaked, my pants were soaked (think wash-cloth-just-dipped-in-the-sink levels of wet), my sweatshirt was soaked… I got all that stripped off and went in the bathroom to throw the clothes over the shower rod so they could dry a bit, and then I realized that my shirt was soaked-through as well (at that point I was so cold, I couldn’t even feel that it was wet), so I stripped that off as well, and noticed in the mirror that my freaking bra was wet too.  So I had to go find another bra, and then I realized, “if the bra got wet, your underroos are probably wet too”… they were.  So an entire outfit change later, I realized the my hair looked like I’d just stepped out of the shower and had to try to towel it at least a little dry.

Anyway, once I was dressed again I had to head back to campus for my last class, and by the time it ended and hour later, my hair still wasn’t dry and I’ve started coughing and my chest hurts when I breathe.  So, yeah… I think I might have made myself sick.  

All I want to do is curl up under one of my zillions of blankets and watch old movies and not do anything, but nooooo.  I have to go back to campus so I can work on a stupid group project.