12:08. FUCK. The fact that I had 20 minutes until my first class began had absolutely no leverage on this particular Tuesday morning’s inertia.  My justification?  The first week never really counts anyways…..right? 10 minutes left.

whoooooooosh suwooooooosh asdfalskj. I didn’t even need to look out the window to know it was raining. GREAT… the first day… i’m late, lazy, and it is as WET as mark roger’s vagina after breaking a 6-week-long dry spell. (which, unfortunate for himself, he was unable to do so this past week in vegas… but that’s another story)

i throw on a jacket and my snow boots and BAM, i’m out the door and on my way to State, already half an hour late. At this point, I’m expecting to take another half-hour [total] to drive to school in the rain and then stalk a few people in exchange for their parking spots.  However, contrary to my expectations AND fortunate for my luck, there’s absolutely no traffic getting to school and when i get there, there’s suspiciously ample amounts of parking today for the first day of classes. WTF. must be the weather. san diegans never really did do well with adverse weather conditions.

i trudge through the rain, taking every opportunity to test out the durability of my snow boots by jumping in every puddle of water that i encounter. big puddles, little puddles. one puddle, two puddle. red puddle, blue puddle. my knees elevate to the hollow of my stomach, and two seconds later, the bottoms of my feet HULK SMASH into streams of water. kicking my legs waist high in the water and apologizing to angry passerbyers for splashing them in the face. my justification? they’re just jealous they dont have snow boots like mine. What can I say?? I’m a freakin kid at heart, don’t judge me.

i finally get to the PSFA building and although it took me longer than usual, i didnt feel bad since i was already an hour late. absolutely drenched from head to toe (my feet being the only dry body part — credit goes entirely to my snow boots!) i get to room 350 and NO ONE IS THERE.

“Ex-squeeze me. When do classes start?”

“Classes? They officially start tomorrow.”

SHIT. FUCK. PISS. VAGINA. Apparently, “first day of spring semester” is not synonymous with “first day of classes” on our school’s academic calendar. TWO SEMESTERS IN A ROW OF SHOWING UP ON THE WRONG FIRST DAY OF CLASSES. whatever.

walking back to my car, i realized how fun the rain was and it was then that i made a resolution to myself to enjoy every bit of san diego before i leave permentantly in may. i picked up some lunch and drove to the embarcadero to watch this storm rape the bay.

God. San Diego is so beautiful. SO BEAUTIFUL.