when it rains. it pours. being a child of southeren california i am not used to the rain. not one bit. this morning i woke up and went on my daily run down the beach (nothing starts off a run like shake shake it by metrostation). after i got home it started rained for awhile then it stopped. the conditions looked good. i thought to myself ... hey i don't need a poncho or anything i'll be good. so i hoped on my amazing red bike and off to school i went. well I didn't even get to the temple and it started to drizzel, i started to think maybe i should have grabed that poncho that's stuffed in the back of our hall closet, but it wasn't too bad. o well a little rain never killed anyone. so i kept riding. well i got to the temple and the heavens opened up and the there were buckets of water pouring down on me. if i looked up i couldn't see anything so i had to ride with my head down. by the time i got to school i was soaked, so i went to the bathroom to dry off.... the curious thing about this whole situation is that i went into the library to use the computers and not one other person was the least bit wet. i'm not exactly sure how they were able to do this but could someone please share this secert with me!
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