In the times of monkeys swinging through trees, when we were blissfully unaware of anything called "finals" or "homework," Chicago was a tropical rain forest. Today, the jungle still exists, although it's made out of concrete. The monkeys exist too, except instead of swinging through the trees, they're filling out form I-104B, and pretending that their lives have meaning.
One true element of the jungle remains, however. The tropical rains. Take, for example, yesterday:
10-2: really sunny. Not a cloud in the sky
2:30: really really hard rain. Extremely cloudy
3:00 really sunny. No clouds
6:00: rain, again.
6:10: sunny
6:30: rainy and sunny at the same time
Of course, I can't say that Minnesota is any better, since there it's either raining or not raining, and when it rains, it RAINS. But at least there's more consistency.
2 Comments:
sergie-
while your analysis of the climate is arguably informative, it is not particularly compelling. i want juicy gossip and dirty details, not weather recaps. work harder. create more scandal.
Not every single one of my days should be expected to be scandalous. Sometimes, I must border on being philosophical.
Bring me hot women and drugs and the scandal will create itself. Not during finals week, though.
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