I'm a Vancouverite and as a Vancouverite you must love two things: outdoors & outdoor activity & the rain whilst doing said activities (that's three things, but stay with me on this one). Today I walked to the mall. Same mall made popular by Zac Ephron of HSM fame ("High School Musical" for those of you not in the know... ie. above the age of 12). Apparently he was in my 'hood and I didn't know. But guys (and girls) with brown side-swept bangs are pretty common so I don't think I would even notice. He should start singing on tables and THEN I would know it was him. I digress. Far too much thought put into that.

Where was I?

Ah yes. Vancouver. Anyway, I walk to this mall which takes about half an hour-ish. It's a lovely walk, actually. I dropped $100 over at Future Shop buying random dvds and cds because I felt it necessary and I felt moral guilt from over-downloading these days. I will always support awesome tv and music though. ALWAYS.

I walk out and it's sprinkling and I see how no one is using an umbrella and I take pride in that. We are Vancouverites and we don't give a shit. Now as I think this in my head, it starts to pick up and I'm all, yeah, I'm just wearing a t-shirt, this is how we roll in Vancouver! I walk further and am about 4 minutes from home and I think, "Whatever, I'm from Vancouver, we like to walk and we like the rain." So I take the long way home...

Then, once again I'm minutes from home in the pouring rain when i decide to detour and go to the grocery store to buy milk and as I do so, I hear massive thunder and realize, that this isn't Vancouver everyday rain.... so I pick up the pace

I'm mad that I wore my new Converse. shit.

I go pick up said products and thunder roars again and as I step out, I see it's POURING. Like, piss-pouring-bucket-loads-is-this-something-to-do-with-el-nino-or-al-gore pouring. It's wetter out there than a 90's pop music video. i contemplate doin' a little "Quit playing games with my heart" dance. I freeze. As if that'll stop it. I tread home soaking wet (don't sexualize that) and am happy I wore a scarf over my otherwise see-through t-shirt (ibid).

Thunder.

I am worrying about my underwire bra and am wondering if it'll be the death of me.

Thunder.

Or maybe the little metal rivets on my purse.

Thunder.

I'm hungry.

Thunder.

And still like the rain.

Thunder.

Shit. My milk is still in my purse.