Less potent? Yes. Unforgettable? Hell No! First, we sat on line for hours. Getting there so early you'd think we'd be somewhere in the beginning but no, people were camping out and sleeping on the streets! The waiting around was actually quite tolerable, until the rain hit. And this wasn't just any rain. It was RAIN! Monsoon-like, if you will. We got sopping wet and could ring out our clothing. Garbage was floating down the street as if it were a river. There was nothing in sight but a sea of umbrellas. Hence, it was that kind of RAIN!
Covered in Rain
Less potent? Yes. Unforgettable? Hell No! First, we sat on line for hours. Getting there so early you'd think we'd be somewhere in the beginning but no, people were camping out and sleeping on the streets! The waiting around was actually quite tolerable, until the rain hit. And this wasn't just any rain. It was RAIN! Monsoon-like, if you will. We got sopping wet and could ring out our clothing. Garbage was floating down the street as if it were a river. There was nothing in sight but a sea of umbrellas. Hence, it was that kind of RAIN!
Leaving A Trace
Designing this layout was a job and a half. I've haven't read html for over a year now so all the lettering and symbols looked a bit foreign. It's nice to know it all comes back pretty quickly though. Too bad I can't say the same for my Spanish.. or French.
Anyways, this is my new blog! Reading through my old one was a fun reminiscent. It's nice to know I can always look back on the pictures from road trips, or how I "AHHHHHH"-ed about getting my acceptance letter to Rutgers. Difference though, on this blog I'm attempting to limit my complaints (key word there, limit) and ramblings about all sorts of nothing.
So why blog? Well, like everyone else, "it's a way to express my feelings" (did you roll your eyes? Yeah, me too). To get to the point, I cleaned my bookshelf the other day and stumbled across a book I got as a birthday gift when I was around 14. It's called Leaving A Trace. The woman who gave it to me, Susan, thought journaling would be a good outlet for me. According to the book, it's suppose to lead to creativity and reading the journals of others is suppose to put Life into perspective. Okay, great, I get that. But blogging always seemed a bit narcissistic to me. Who really cares what any of us have to say? Turns out blogging isn't as vain at I presumed, especially when compared to Facebook and the fifty-time-a-day-status-update. Instead, it's simply a Trace. Ten years from now, it'll be kind of cool to remember what I'm like now.