funny, but it seems that it's the only thing to do

It is raining. Kind of like cats and dogs, but more like orcs and uruk-hai (I KNOW, OLIVIA. I AM A DORK.). I've never seen such angry rain, not even in the UK. Though my summer in Wales did come in handy when it came to dressing for such weather. Nix the jeans and layer, people. Tights dry fast and you'll feel oh-so-much better when you can take your damp sweater off once safely indoors.

But now we're rather stuck indoors, with not a lot to do. Classes are long over and we've hours to go before church. I messed around with broken tertiaries for awhile, translated a few funny words. Listened to some Brit boys debate the Italian word for "song" without offering the right answer. Thought about doing some actual homework, then quickly forgot any sense of motivation. There is something about cold and wet that only makes you want to curl up and ponder. And Sharlie, Lauren, and Kimberly are in the corner learning Croatian.

Ovo je ludnica.