Listen to the rhythm of the falling rain....

I love rainy mornings. They make me want to wake up early and get to wasting my time right away. Lightning keeps striking around the neighborhood and my backyard is a lake. Monsoons = the best.
Reid and I got to hang out while Sarah was here, which involved drinking diabetes juice and watching the original Batman movie. It's all we could come up with after a half hour of thinking and complaining about how most of us just wanted to go to bed. But it was still delightful.

Things to do before I get to come back to school:
- buy a car - I will have great difficulty driving back to Iowa in twoish weeks if I don't.
- paint my room - mostly white, with one blue wall, but I really need to cover up all of the feet smudges and booger marks left on there from my growing up years.
- read a bunch of books - as a part of the independent study I decided to do to avoid having to take 23 credits in order to graduate in May. I'm way behind...
- get back in shape - there's no way I'm walking back on campus without looking totally sexy. How else am I going to score a hot guy in the senior scramble?
- Wrestle a grizzly bear. Or Jude Law - the grizzly would be a challenge, possibly helping contribute to the getting in shape mentioned previously. Or possibly contributing to a full body cast and getting my face ripped off. Jude Law, however, is a pansy, and would go down without much of a fight. But then maybe I could step on his not-attractive face. Word.

Whew, lots to get through! Hold on Iowa, I'm coming soon!

Go hippie, go wit' it

Sarah Slegers is in town, which is delightful, although the thing we've done the most so far is take naps. Which is ok with me. Tonight, hopefully, Sarah is going to meet up with Reid and Everett to go see some independent film type movie, but unfortunately I have to work, thereby missing the sexy party that will surely ensue.
Another interesting story: after a week of unusually heavy and constant rain, my mom, sisters, and myself were startled to hear a very loud *CRACK* coming from our backyard. We could not place the noise at first, but then I noticed that our hot tub was coming up out of the ground. My dad says its water pressure from overloaded pipes and saturated earth, but my thoughts? Zombies. Everyone knows they live under hot tubs, and why wouldn't they come out when their homes are flooded in order to terrorize the not-yet-dead? So far, they've only victimized other people, leaving us alone because we were so good as to host them, apparently. I was going to show you a picture, but digital camera pictures and dialup do not mix.
Sarah and I were talking about how we're going to miss those of you who left/graduated after this past year. We expect multiple visits, because what else do you have to do, now that you're out of college?