Beta-Bennet

Dear Diary, Now I know why mom doesn't like us playing in the rain..... I HAD to find out the hard way. So during the sleep over ( actually, it got extended so that now Lucy and Julia have been chilling at my house with me for about six days ), we, being the clueless, daredevil idiots that we are, decided to go outside and play in the pouring rain AND a flash flood, as the cherry on top. Naturally, we only brought one small rainbow umbrella for THREE people to use, and soon ditched that in favor of stomping around in rain boots, sheltered only by a mere rain coat. The sheer amount of pouring rain being dumped on us made the concrete-paved

Dear Diary, BLACKOUT. AT SCHOOL. So today, I woke up to the sound of unrelenting rain pounding on my window. I mean, come on. You know you're going to have a WONDERFUL, GRAND day when there's goddamn rain pouring buckets outside, right? RIGHT? Up until 11: 30 AM, everything was normal....or as normal as a math camp for asian shut-ins can be. Suddenly, as Herr Creeps was droning on about....I forgot, the lights flickered on and off, before shutting off. Now, in movies, the women always scream and daintily faint. Well, in real life, the supposedly macho men  let out SOPRANO GIRLY SHRIEKS, while the girls video taped the America's Got Humor