Feed me, bitch.

Today's post is brought to you by my sincere hatred for all things tropical storm related.

In the past, I haven't been, what you'd say, a "model student." In fact, I used to be able to justify pretty much any reason to not get out of bed and go to class. "I didn't do the homework," "There is a REALLY good episode of I Love Lucy on and I can't miss it," "Class starts in 15 minutes and even though I live 8 minutes away, I'm pretty sure I'd be late and that would just be really annoying/disrespectful to walk in late," "It's too hot out," "It's too cold out," "It's sooooo nice out!" You get the picture. But, after taking that year and a half off from school and working in the "real world," I've realized I don't get to justify not going to work. I have to go to work to pay bills and buy my booze. So, this whole mindset of having to have really, really good excuses has carried over into this school year (ugh, I feel cheap just writing that).

So here we are today, I'm up, I'm doing shit, I'm getting ready for school when Tropical Storm Hermine starts to wreck shop in San Antonio. Again, in the past, this would have been enough for me to get back in pajamas and watch DVDs all day (in fact, in undergrad, I once got dressed to go to campus, left my house, walked to the end of the walkway, saw the puddles of water in the street, said "fuck it" and turned around and went back inside), but not today! I decided that if I were going to miss class, I was going to miss class for something way more fun (like day drinking) than because of some stupid rain. Ha. Silly Dragon Slayer.

I'm not from a coastal town. I'm from fucking Dallas. We seldom get tornadoes. The wind isn't that bad. I just learned what makes a tropical storm a tropical storm (although, that is such a lie, I still don't know...and why don't tornadoes get names?). So, when I decided to venture out in this "little rain storm," I had no idea what was in store. First off, San Antonio's streets apparently flood reeeeeal fricking easily. And I just got a new car. No longer am I driving around in my tall ass SUV, I'm in some bullshit car that sits low to the ground. And I keep forgetting that fact. So, I'm barrelling down the streets like I can't be affected by this petty rain, when I hit a pond that has formed in the middle of the road and realize, perhaps I shall take this seriously.

THEN, my car is all "oh hey owner lady, I need gas. Feed me, bitch." So, I pull over at one of the gas stations that has "cover," get out, and the 40 mph wind picks up and DRENCHES ME with its sideways rain. I felt so great when I was getting ready for class, got my new jeans, makeup did, just to find myself completely wet from head to to (is that what she said?). But, I don't let this get me down. I was going to make it to class if it was the last thing I did.

So, I drive along to school (had to make a detour after going my normal route and finding a tree had fallen and taken over the entire street). Ya know...looking back, I wonder what the fuck I was thinking. I should have kept my ass at home.

But, I digress. I finally made it to school an hour later (which, BEE TEE DUB, it typically takes me less than 15 minutes to get to school). I park, prepare myself and run to class, landing perfectly in each 4 inch puddle on the way. I make it to the classroom building, my jeans wrapped around my legs, hair wet and curling, and water pooling in my backpack (with my laptop! shit!) when the doors open and people start pouring out. I look around and see several students from my class and ask "Did they cancel classes?" Yeah. That's right. THEY FUCKING DID. Power went out on campus and they cancelled classes. I BRAVED TROPICAL STORM HERMINE JUST TO GET TO CAMPUS AND THEM TELL ME IT WAS ALL IN VAIN.

So, I went back home, only to find out that my power was out as well, opened up my laptop and watched Wimbledon, because hey, who doesn't love a good love story based around tennis?

And now, I hear more wind and rain outside my window. Fuck. My. Life.