Okay, so I’m just going to dive on in.
First off, it’s hot outside and it’s cold inside. Like there isn’t a happy-medium. It’s one thing I hate about spring/summer weather. Should I wear a jacket? Should I roll up my jeans? Wear sandals? Will my toes freeze off? My arms are currently freezing at the moment, and my fingernails are a blue/purple color that looks really weird.
Secondly, what is up with the weather? Like I don’t mind it being nice out, but do you know how hard it is to pick out an outfit when the high is 80 and the low is 40. And then tomorrow the high will be 40… IT’S FREAKING DIFFICULT!
On a good note, though, my professor for English Grammar let us out almost an hour early, because the classroom was “too hot”. Oh, I’m not complaining.
It’s allll gooood.
Anyways, I’m downing my venti Toffee Nut iced latte. (I really need someone to try the new iced cinnamon almond milk macchiato and tell me if it’s good). I just wrote 1000 words for a project I’m working on. I’ve scheduled a few sessions, did some reschedules, and now I’m just sitting here waiting for Hunter to pick me up so we can go eat (our favorite thing to do together).
Side note: Be with someone who loves to eat food with you. Seriously.
Apparently, it’s supposed to storm tonight, so essentially that means a tornado here in good ‘ole Eastern Oklahoma. (Let’s all take a minute to think of Paul Braxton.) Y’all, I remember watching Twister in the fourth grade and was scarred for life. Those things just kept appearing out of nowhere, and repeatedly coming at those poor people (at least, if I’m remembering it correctly). Growing up in Oklahoma, I’m pretty educated on the signs of tornadoes and what to do if one is coming at me.
So fingers-crossed that it doesn’t get bad tonight with the storms. Everyone stay safe.
So now, I have less coffee than I did twenty minutes ago, and I’m starting to get hangry. Also, it’s like my hair can sense the rain and humidity, because it’s as flat as a board. I can practically feel my curls frizzing. And people are staring at me, because I’m casually trying to fluff my hair off my head. *cue embarrassed clear of throat*
And I have to pee like majorly bad, but then that means I’d have to put all my crap back in my bag and walk to the closest bathroom. (Across the hallway, but still…) That all seems like too much work, and I’m being super lazy at the moment. Zero effort happening right now.
Okay, so obviously this isn’t going anywhere. Hope you didn’t come in this with expectations. I was just sitting here having these random thoughts, and felt the need to share them with y’all. But now, I’m officially freezing to the point where it’s getting difficult to type; the song “Can’t Feel My Face” by the Weeknd just came on, and it’s a song I’m identifying really well with at the moment. I’m out of coffee. My bladder is about to explode. And I have reading I need to catch up on before class tonight.
Until next time.
Randi Garner 