Nights like tonight remind us that we're not really in control here. Torrents of rain, flashes of light, gusts of wind. That screeching weather siren isn't going to change anything. Huddling in the basement in droves isn't going to help anything. We just like to pretend that we have a handle on anything and everything that life throws at us. We just want to have a reason to name that new ulcer "Kansas."

No matter what you do, you're still life's bitch.

I just wanna go sit in it.

I'm going to check my email one more time (my psych syllabus says we have a test tomorrow, but I don't actually remember her saying anything about it BEING tomorrow) and go back to my room and do homework. I canNOT wait until this semester is over. Don't really know why I'm so anxious to get it over with. Just gotta do it all again next semester.

Ta-ta!
Shae!