Psychic Rain

Mr. Bean, I love you.

I'm psychic. But there are two things I'm psychic about that always end up negative for me- the first being the following: if I straighten my hair, I know it will rain that day. I'd bet money on it. The second negative psychic, future-telling skill I possess is THIS: if I wear white or light colored clothing, I also know it will rain.

"LET ME TELL YOU SOMETHING!"

As I have just begun what will most likely be my last fall semester of college, I am reminded of one of these instances. I was always the girl that wore jeans, chucks and usually a tshirt, hoody, jacket, scarf, etc - as many layers that really shouldn't go together as I possibly could (I tend to like that sort of thing in the fall particularly.) But all of this is beside the point, since the story took place in spring. But if you take nothing else from this, know that I never dressed up for class, and that I made fun of people that did- you know the girls that show up to class looking like they're competing for Ms. Universe. "I'm a single hOtT female with a passion for animals. I want the world to know that if we work together, we can build a better envirn...ament for our petsssss." *Adorable flirtatious smile

Antywhay, I had bought a yellow cotton halter dress from Goodwill that was absolutely adorable. It was a pale yellow, and fairly light, but more of a stiff dress than the flowy kind. I decided to wear it to class. I don't remember seeing any clouds at all on the way to school. However, as soon as I was getting out of my car, a torrential downpour began. Of course, I carry no umbrella because I don't mind rain and I like being surprised. BUT this time, it would've been nice. At first, I started running to the Business Education building, but within 20 seconds, I was completely soaked. Absolutely soaked. Like just-jumped-in-a-pool soaked. So I just took off my shoes to hold them so they didn't get ruined, and started walking to class. There was no point in running - might as well enjoy the rain at this point. I walked underneath the awning, put my shoes back on and proceeded to walk towards class. While I was in the hallway, I looked down at my dress. The yellow dress was... no longer stiff, to put it lightly. It was much like a clear body suit. I grabbed the front and tried to pull it off of my legs, but as soon as I let go, it clung right back to me. It was like a magnetized dress or a "dress pant". And dresses that are trying to be pants are just really awkward. I walked into class, literally dripping water everywhere, lookin'a'like'a wet rat, and not the cute kind... Like a literal... wet rat. And everyone in the whole class looked at me and stopped talking. Then they all started snickering to themselves. My professor said something like, "Oh my!" (although I'm sure that whatever it is that she said had less of a Chelsea-ism than that.) What to do? I don't remember what I did. I just remember those 5 minutes, and feeling like I was in kindergarten, but kind of appreciating the fact that I was experiencing one of those moments finally.

I should take a break from this blog. Or actually start posting real things and stop being a wuss. I feel like I'm a grandparent trying to pass down stories.