Rainy Days and Time Machines

I really didn't realize how much I valued silence--

until my roommate moved in her drum set.

I really took advantage of being out of the house during daylight hours this week, but given the onset of rain this afternoon, I came home from my outing early. I'm pretty sure that being on dates in the rain is romantic--when you're with someone that romantically interests you. When it's a brief acquaintance, however, sharing an umbrella feels a little uncomfortable.

I seem to have the most interesting luck with boys. Well, not so much interesting as ironic. I meet boys and it just doesn't seem to work out one way or another. Either I don't like them, or they don't like me. I went on two dates with this one guy, and he has suddenly become incredibly busy. I can't be one hundred percent sure, but I'm using Elizabeth Bennet's take on this: "One knows exactly what to think."

The universe has taken it upon herself to bring back 3 boys from my past. I don't know if it is to say "Hey, maybe you should give these guys a chance. There's still hope!" or "See these awesome guys? Because you were too afraid, they have moved on. Now you have to chase boys that may not like you half as much as they did."

I don't think either of these are true, because there is no point in rewinding; you just go backwards to repeat the same things you did before. I think there's a reason man hasn't invented the time machine. There's no way we could stop ourselves from making mistakes because we wouldn't be who we were in the present, totally altering the fabric of space-time, and by making those changes we probably wouldn't have the time machine to send us back to begin with.

"A classic rookie mistake."

I haven't given boys much thought, honestly. I've been a little too busy restoring my legs to normal after a long afternoon of stretching and extension exercises yesterday. My teachers are really making sure that I step up. It's nice to have teachers that push me. I like it a lot. I feel like they are proud of my progress, but constantly remind me of how far I have to go. There's no rewinding now, there's too much lying ahead of me.

The clouds calm me. I think I really prefer the vibrations that come from thunderclaps than a double bass drum beat.