the Dalaverse

Note to self: when the Weather Bug chirps, it is best to take notice, because it is probably imparting such wisdom as A TORRENTIAL RAINSTORM IS HEADED YOUR WAY, DUMBASS.

Walking from Kent to LQ is like...on a body, traveling from the toes to the neck. Granted, our campus is tiny, but it's still nearly the longest path you could take. For half the journey, the three of us shared one umbrella, until Laura went scampering off to PG and left it to the two of us. Still, it was one of those ickle foldy-uppy stick-in-backpack umbrellas, and therefore not much use. Basically the top of my head was dry, and my right arm and shoulder, but the rest of me? Not so much. My pants were sodden from the knees down, my backpack is soaked, and the water soaked through the tops of my clogs. I was not a happy Dala.

On the other hand, who beat the Underwater Archaeology exam like it stole her pocketbook? IT'S ME, IT'S ME. And Ness too ::bows::