you don't look like a beverly

i am drenched.
no that is not a metaphor!
i am freaking soaked through and i only have myself to blame!
ahaha damn it, we stood at the bus stop in the rain, we were like under the trees.
we are sad people.
sad people without umbrella's!
But luckily Nalisha dropped me home, i had like a kilometre left to walk to get home.
sigh.
i don't want to catch the bus anymore.
freaking hate it, it was packed today and like i sat next to this guy who kept snorting.
ewww right?
and then when the bus was emptier i moved one seat away, and i could still hear him snorting!
i hope i don't get sick.
i hate being sick.