Rain

It's raining again. I had some definite ideas about rain when I was a child, and I will share them with you now. 1. Rain was never, ever a negative idea and under no circumstances should the word rain be used with dreary connotations. 2. It would rain frequently in Heaven. 3. Rain was made for dancing. 4. Never, ever, ever, ever would I, in a million years, get tired of rain, even if it rained every single day for said period of time. Well, being a rational adult, I can now admit that yes, there is the possibility that I would become weary of daily rain after several hundreds of days in a row, but it hasn't happened yet. I am listening to my rainy day playlist, which, contradictory to my childhood ideas contains some very sad songs. I just like the wistful, pensive mood it puts me in, sad or not.

My mom is coming to visit me on Saturday. I am really excited to see her and my sisters, and it makes me feel like a child pretending to be grown up because instead of welcoming them to my own place, I'm just going to be here while my Grandma is welcoming them into her home. A good situation, but it reminds me that I'm not so independent as I like to think I am. Kara, drop your stupid illusions and be freakin humble. No thank you, I'm happy with pretending.