cloud cover

I ventured out of my bubble of a world today, and as soon as I got on the freeway headed away from campus, the clouds broke and it was sunny.

Funny because it's been overcast and cold for the past two days, which has encouraged all of the weekend beach bums to change into a pair of sweats and uggs and study for their finals instead of going to the beach. Turns out the change in weather from March to summer was a trick.

Well, it's sunny somewhere, right? Just like it's 5:00 somewhere at all times, it's always sunny somewhere. So the next time I get depressed and feel inactive as a result of the weather, i'm going to leave I.V. and it'll probably be sunny.

I tend to think there's a dark cloud covering I.V. for a reason, being the "den of debauchery" that it is (that is such a Nexus phrase). However, since I went to interview the Dean of Students a few weeks ago, i've been trying my hardest to love I.V. She loves I.V. in such a beautiful and articulate way, and while I tend to get annoyed by the parking problems and the idiot youth walking around in the middle of the street, she sees it as all part of the charm. The unique world that is this little town with skinny streets where the average age is 21 and the daily occupation of most is the beach.

I suppose when I sit here with my curtains closed listening to the waves, I can't help but love it here. And when i'm in my more amused moods I can't help but smirk at the shenanigans... the car that was blocking in our parking spaces all night, the raccoons who eat the trash in the middle of the night, the cats that get in fights in the construction site next door, the homeless people, the people that dig through the trash for cans, the number of people wearing flip-flops and bathing suit tops. And the guys who hit golf balls off their roofs. Only in I.V.