Hey y’all, awkwardly introverted readers!

 

Omg it’s 12:58 am & I’m listening to that rain just pouring down ugh ๐Ÿ˜ฉ I got class tomorrow, I don’t want to hold an umbrella ๐ŸŒ‚. I only love rainstorms when I’m home with nothing to do or just chilling ๐Ÿ˜‚. But right now, it’s one of those nights where I’m just trying to get through it all. The rain was so loud outside, but I drowned it out with my fan. Of course, it was a bit too warm, and if I took my shirt off, I’d get cold. Classic. Eventually, I managed to relax my whole body, preparing for the inevitable journey to sleep, where things finally make sense—like being home with my dog, my house, and well, being rich. If only.

I really hope the rain stops by tomorrow morning. The last thing I want to deal with is walking in the rain with a soggy umbrella. The weather is supposed to clear up around 10, just in time for me to catch the bus. But I’m honestly praying that NJ Transit doesn’t pull one of their “we’re late” acts, as usual. The 171 is the closest bus to me, but the schedule barely matches up with my classes. So, I’ve got to take the mini bus, which works better, but it’s still a bit of a walk to and from the bus stop since it’s not close. I’m actually closer to the NJ Transit bus stops, but their timings aren’t synced, so they’re unreliable.

The whole thing is a struggle every Monday, Tuesday, and Thursday when I have to walk. My legs and feet hurt because of the walk to and from the mini bus stop, but if I’m lucky, my mom picks me up sometimes. As for NJ Transit, I can’t rely on it for my return trip—it’s always hit or miss.

The one upside is that the storm waited until I got home today, so at least I didn’t have to deal with it while I was out. Now I’m finally getting some quiet time, and the rain’s letting up, so I can focus on getting some sleep. No more spring break vibes, just gearing up for the grind tomorrow.


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