California Drizzlen'

I'm not going to pretend that I'm not a native Southern Californian. But I will admit to having considering it on more than one occasion. For some strange reason, that will forever remain foreign to me, Californians--at least the Southern ones--suck at driving in the rain. I don't know what it is about water. But I do know that us Californians have an undisputable love-hate relationship with it. We can't get enough of it when we're half naked and it's 80 degrees outside. But when the thermostat drops below 60, and it's "sprinkling," life gets turned on it's side--only until the clouds part, and we're warmed by the sun's gentle rays once again.
I had the utmost privaledge waking up to thunder and lightning this morning. It almost never happens, but when it does, I soak it up. My dog Sammy, on the other hand, trembles like one of those toy characters that you wind up and watch bumble across the diningroom table. My mom thinks he was traumatized by loud noises as a pup. I also had the privaledge of waking up with a more accommodating version of the flu this morning. Not nearly as miserable as yesterday morning, but I was still feeling drone-like. Regardless, I was GOING to GO to CLASS TODAY, no matter what. But just my luck, after driving behind a bunch of harebrained Southern California drivers who don't know how to turn on their windshield wipers, and then paying a whole 8 dollars for all-day parking, my first class got cancelled. So now, I am coming to you LIVE from the University of California, Irvine's Athletic study lounge, because I have no where else to plant myself until 2 p.m. To make matters... (I'd say 'worse,' but I'll go with) more interesting, I'm forbidden from running... at least until I'm done with class, am at home, and the weather dies down. Hopefully all of those things take precedence, because I'd love nothing more right now than to shove out for a succulant little 30-minute run. My last class of the day should be great though. It usually is. Plus, my professor was born and raised in New York. So I'm eager to hear her perspective on Californians and weather (other than sunshine, and north of 60 degrees). On a positive note, I'm sure that my umbrella has enjoyed its time outside of the backseat of my car.