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As is often the case, it is raining here in Kingston. This is currently the view from my window:
Yes, that's a mini-lake of rain water. See, my room sits right in front of the addidtion to our house, the study room, so if I was brave enough, and if it were warm enough, I could sit on the roof outside my window and tan or read or do whatever I like. It's quite pretty normally, mostly because of the cute little patches of moss.
It's worrying me right now, though. See, there's a lot of rain coming down, and me being the constant worrier that I am, I'm afraid that the weight of the water will make the ceiling of the study room cave in, or that the surface of the roof isn't totally impermeable, and that water is going to seep into the walls and the roof and destroy my house. I know that's not very probable, but I can help worrying about it. It's going to be worse in the winter, too. Oh, man. But look! So much water! And hail! Now there's hail!
Okay, you can't see the hail in that picture. But trust me, there's little cubes of hail falling now, making a racket and freaking me the hell out. The other thing that worries me is that the water never goes anywhere. There's no way for it to drain, so it just sits there for days taking its time in evaporating, and taunting me the whole time. "Look at me! I'm water! I'm ruining your house! I'm slowly rotting away your walls and your floor, so that you'll wake up one morning and your bed will have fallen down a flight! I'm trying to kill you, but good luck convincing your housemates that I'm a problem!"
Anyway, I'm worried about the water. I'm also worried about midterms. I hate how my profs call them quizes at the beginning of the year, so I don't stress out about them until I realize that they are, in fact, midterms and worth a hell of a lot. And I'm worried that I've only read two of the five books on Monday's midterm. That's a problem, right? Fortunately, I'm participating in a study / cramming session tomorrow, so it should all work out. And after Monday, I have seven full days until my next midterm, which is in history, and for which I seem to have done none of the readings. Oh, hell. Really, from here on in, there's never a week in which I can rest and catch up in everything. From here on in, I seem to be screwed beyond the telling of it. I must promise myself not to fall this far behind next term. This is really unacceptable.
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