As I type, I am in the library's electronic lounge, watching the rain torrent down the glass-pyramid windows into puddles of infinite wet. And it would almost be pretty if I didn't have to tread water to get to my car.

To my left is a girl I once was in NKU Vocal Ensamble with. Her voice was high, pitious, and somehow still elegant. She dresses in traditional Chinese garb often, hair in ox horns style, or bao buns.

There is a man in the back, watching everyone that comes inside. He's thinking, "Goddamn, I wish I had the three dollars and forty-nine cents for an over-priced muffin. NKU's robbing us."

No one wants to be here today, due to celestial downpour. I don't blame them. Not only that, but I'm laughing at the girls who wore sandals today. May all their colds be wicked. Wearing boots ain't gonna kill your hip fall style.








I challenge the entire world to Mortal Kombat. XD