Today it's a rainy mess outside and in my opinion, rain storms are only good for about three things.
1. Long runs. My first weekend in Australia I experienced what I can only describe as a hurricane on campus, so what did I do? I went running. My mom was superawesome (duh) enough to send with me a snazzy little rain pant/jacket combo, so at least I looked good. This especially helped when I would get to a point having no clue where I was and had a combination of ohhhshiiitttt/complete ritard look on my face. It was precious. I don't know that I made many friends that weekend, mostly because people deduced that I was insane.
2. Movies. In college I spent an entire 48ish hours watching episode after episode of The OC with my roommate and then-bf because of inclimate weather. There's nothing like sitting three-deep on a tiny futon, buried in (Cooler Ranch) Doritos, nacho cheese, M&Ms and mini pizza wrappers... mmmm.
3. Sitting on my parents' back deck watching the lightning and listening to the rain fall. Neb's good for a few things.
So today? It's pouring outside and all I really want to be doing is be curled up in a snuggie watching episodes of Dexter, It's Always Sunny and (for old time's sake) I Love Lucy, followed by a round of movies including, but not limited to: The Parent Trap, Under the Tuscan Sun, Major League and The Goonies. Of course I'd be buried in popcorn bags, Hot Tamales, and for kicks... a large chocolate malt and fries from McDonald's.
Ohmygod fat.fat.fat... I love myself and I hate myself. (See--> Harvard Sailing Team vids...)
Anyway, I just got a text from Kyle who told me he found my headband in his squadron... hmm. [I should probably interject the reason I was missing my headband... one of his friends took it a couple weekends ago and wore it out to the bars (weird?), then didn't give it back.] It was hanging on the door to a room, so naturally I assumed it was being used for the "scrunchie rule." For those of you who don't know what the scrunchie rule is, you should and I can't believe you've spent this much time not knowing. Maybe this was just a UNL dorm thing, but in my opinion, it's common knowledge that if you see a scrunchie on a door handle, it means: DO NOT ENTER... sexytime in progress. No? Well, now you know. And speaking of scrunchies, when I was in grade/middle school, the cool thing to do was to wear 1 scrunchie in your hair and the other on your wrist. I wish I knew why, but apparently it looked cool. I even had lime green, purple and blue "hair" scrunchies. Gross. But let me tell you, I LOVE seeing scrunchies on people now. It's really a special treat. To this day I wear a hairband on my wrist (in case of an emergency ponytail situation). Bad habit? I think not. But looking back on my formative years, all I see is this (and I have no issues with it):
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