So, being a ludite in today's world is seemingly going the way of the samurai:respected by some, sometimes, but more or less useless. With such a travesty being fact, I look around and realize I am one of the few people I know who isn't blogging.
Don't I want to tell the world my stories? Well, sure, why not? You won't know who I am and I won't know who you are, and god, it'll be like we haven't even met already(and most likely never will) and without any comittment(seems like everyone is horrified of the prospect these days) I'll come and go randomly rambling on about whatever I feel like. Basically, it will be just the same, except I'll be noting it on the internet vs. just keeping it all in my head.
Today it is raining, and cold. I am sitting in the computer lab at my school, avoiding my homework, and listening as the rain hits the row of frosted glass plates, that are the only minute exposure to the outside world in this cavernous room. It sounds wonderful, of course, but I will cease to be so adoring once I must venture out there.
Even prepped with galoshes on my feet, and no bike today-I decided to tolerate the public transit system in an effort to get some last minute homework done en route to school-I don't want to wait around outside in this weather. And I don't even think it is pouring like it has been recently. I love the rain, I really do, but right now there is so much dreariness occuring that I would really prefer it not to rain. Plus, it'd be a lot easier to be committed to cycling if it wasn't going to rain all day everyday for the next several months.