rain of frogs

I scored embarrassingly low on the Hell test -- I ended up in Limbo or something! They said I'd be chilling with virtuous non-believers like Socrates and stuff, and I was all, hello! Socrates?! I can barely carry on a conversation with the copy repair man at work! I can't handle an eternity spent with the likes of Socrates! I need to be a level of hell where I know more people. Must strive to be less virtuous, or less conformist, or something.

So tonight, we had this *massive* rainstorm. Or, at least, massive by my wimpy Northeasterner standards. And to be honest, it's early in thunderstorm season, so it probably wasn't that bad. Anyway! Regardless of independent, objective assessment of its intensity, it seemed scary and bad.

I had just finished up my rather nasty dinner of whole wheat pasta and broccoli when I realized that I needed -- not wanted, needed, the same way one needs air, or water, or JC -- Raspberry Fudge Torte frozen yogurt. And I needed it NOW. And so I grabbed the keys, threw on a coat over my sweet ensemble (Long-sleeved "I [Heart] NY" T-shirt, black capri yoga pants, white socks, black clogs), and hopped in my mother's minivan to go get my froyo. And at first, you know, it was okay, a little rainy. But then as I went further, it got really brutal, and this foggy stuff started rolling across the roads, and the thunder was super-loud with occasional bursts of lightning that lit up the whole area, and it was a little scary, but, you know, I needed my froyo. And THEN I put on my high-beams and notice this little thing going across the road, and realize -- oh yes -- it's a frog. And it wasn't the only frog! There were LOTS of frogs. Scampering to and fro, all along this road!

It was so freaky! I mean, between the rain and the fog and the bursts of lightning and thunder and pounding rain and the hopping frog parades, it felt like I was driving through the apocalypse. But at no point I felt like turning around and heading home because, you know. Frozen yogurt!

It's good to know one's true, down-deep motivating factors; for some, it's God or country or freedom. For me, it's reasonably-priced frozen yogurt. Well, that and JC.

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This is why I don't go hiking. Also, all the hills! And rocky terrain! If I wanted to go off the beaten trail, I'd buy an expensive SUV like any self-respecting American!

I kid, I kid. Mostly. I just say no to both hiking and SUVs at this point in my life.

In other news: Am at work, suckily not working because it's Friday afternoon and my brain shut off about an hour ago. And!!! This monster case that has been eating the law firm and that was going to cause me to have to come in and WORK on a SUNDAY (I know, I know, LOTS of people have to work on the weekends, I just don't want to be one of them!)? IT SETTLED! Wheee!

In yet other news: You know how some people are red/green colorblind? I've recently come to the conclusion that I'm ugly/cute blind. Like, most of the time? I really can't tell! Which is why I usually dress really, really boring. Solid colors, nothing too daring or different. I usually try to get interesting cuts to tops and layer things so it's not too boring, but really? Totally unimaginative. Because if I ever buy anything totally crazy (like, say, the pants I have on now, which are black, capri-length, and with this tiny narrow pattern around the hem consisting of little red flowers and black and white gingham and red trim)? Whenever I wear them, I spend the whole day staring at them going, "Look at my cute pants! Wait. Are they cute? Oh God! They're ugly! THEY'RE HORRENDOUSLY, EYE-MELTINGLY UGLY! Or are they? Hm. I do like the red." Etc etc.

But regarding today's outfit: Have gotten independent verification from two (2) people in office that ensemble of aforementioned pants, black sleeveless shirt, red button-down shirt, black sandals and red toenails is not, in fact, ugly. Good to know, since the outfit is completely at odds with the weather conditions (rainy and cool), and can only really hope to have merit visually.

And now I and my ambiguously cute pants are going to go get our work on.