My House just Shook

[This episode is sure to be scatter-brained.]

It's raining in College Station today. I love the rain in most situations. I like to watch it, listen to it, fall asleep to it, etc. My dad and I actually used to sit on the front porch sometimes while it was raining and watch it. It would sprinkle us a little when it was super rainy. So, as many storms as I've sat through, you'd think I was quite familiar with the surprises to...expect. Well dear readers, here's something that threw me for a loop- a few minutes ago, when the sky started falling, 602 Montclair shook. Seriously. I wish there was a better, more powerful word than "shook" because it doesn't do the action justice. This is what happened, I'm convinced: a medieval giant (in my head, he looks a lot like Shrek) was crouching behind my house, eating a turkey leg, I'm sure...laughing obnoxiously (that's the sound of thunder), and he just flicked my house and sent it a rockin'.
I killed him...
With a lasso.

Here's a list of things I justify doing when it's rainy
1) Not going to class. (No, mom, I haven't skipped due to rain)...but I have thought, and strongly considered it. And that, I won't apologize for. I did get entirely too excited yesterday, though, when there was a "code maroon" text about a tornado warning. Is it ignorant of me to not get an ounce of fear with tornado warnings because I know that meteorologists are always wrong?
2) Running errands. Elizabeth, my roommate, and I have planned to go to the grocery store today. I have quite a lengthy list. BUT...my first thought when it started raining, was "ahhh man! Now I can't go to the store!"...when did I decide that grocery shopping was up for being "rained out"? It's not an organized sport...no one's going to reschedule it. What WILL happen is I will finally run out of an item I can't get by without, and raining or not, I will be forced to grocery shop. Truth be told, I just don't really like doing it.
3) Homework. Again, just me tricking myself into being unreasonable, and convincing myself that I'm right.
4) Staying awake. I think this one's self-explanatory. Sleep is better when it's raining. Sleeping is better than being awake. Are you asking yourself the same question I'm asking myself? "If she's typing about the advantages of sleeping, and sleeping in the rain, no less....why is she awake?" Well..........it stopped raining.


Moving right along...my guilty pleasure of choice is peanuts and diet coke, what's yours?

Now, I'm still trying to decide if it's my go-to because I'm running low on pantry supplies, and Planter's dry roasted are the best lookin' option I've got, or if they just really are my favorite. My dad used to bring home a little styrofoam cup of them after he worked out at our country club, and I got hold of them one day and demolished them. The rest was history...my love affair with the little nuts flourished when I realized they weren't a gourmet nut, handcrafted at Royal Oaks Country Club. No, they were Planter's. Factory born and factory made. Available to the general public to enjoy for a price that I love, though it doesn't do the little buggers justice.

Last funny story before I go to the grocery store. A few weeks ago, during rush, I made a grocery list. I was going to go to the store after the week was over. When I picked up the list to go to the store I noticed that instead of "Bethany's Grocery List", like i meant to title it, it read, "Bethany's Pledge Class"...as in rush. As in, if that were accurate, I would have a sorority of cereal, milk, granola bars, and cotton balls. Solid. Ok, I'm off to the store, dear readers, gonna get the best PC 10 ever!!