its raining again. i love arizona rain. so sporadic, it'll rain like nuts for a good 20 minutes straight and just stop. and crazy thunder and lightning. i was driving the other day when one of these storms started, and i could literally see the line in the road where the rain started. it was a clear line between wet and dry, and i imagined myself venturing forward crossing this invisible wall of weather and mood. i love it. rain makes me feel as though this world is alive and ticking and that things are actually going on. storms and such are the ways the world can say 'hey...i'm here...i'm still moving'. in arizona especially, with what seems to by stone still dry oven heat, it seems as though all is dead. but just wait till nighttime when there is a free lights show outside and crazy special effects. the other night the rain was coming in at such a strong angle it leaked through our windows. i leave tomorrow for minnesota. i feel for some reason quite apathetic about it, i think because i'm so stressed and busy right now. oy. a funny thing happened to me the other night, but i don't feel like writing it out, instead i'll paste what my friend nikki wrote about it, because she's such a witty writer. i wasn't present for some of this story, but its still pertinent nonetheless. "Tonight was a mad exciting night. It began at a party at Nate's house. Megan and Hadas picked me up in the Denali, yea seat-warmers. The night was mildly entertaining. I learned to play Mao (and discovered I have no future in the game). Meagan and I got a little bored and restless so we took a break from the party, in search of another. We found ourselves in Phoenix...or unfamiliar Scottsdale if you will, at a shady hotel. It was hardly worth hanging around, especially considering the motley collection of wasted youth inhabiting the dirty room. After our quick appearance, we drove off, txting and calling everyone in our phonebooks. Turns out most of Arizona is out of town this particular weekend, or else refuses to power up their cells. One misguided response lead us to a friends place, only to discover it dark and deserted. Unfortunately, that party wasn't due to start for another half hour. Sad and discouraged, we headed back to Nate's. A much needed Starbucks run was neccessary. After two severly gross, but ultimately free (pays to be cute...) pick-me-ups plus caffeine, we drove on back to the original party. Basically we said our final good-byes for the night then left, jamming to The Format, arguing over lyrics again, ultimately aiming to return Josh to his humble abode. Halt. Just then we witnessed what appeared to be a serious accident. Mercedes runs off road into nearby ditch?! Oh yes. 911? Oh yes. After a long interrogation, both with the unharmed driver AND the emergency operator, we dropped Josh off safely and...duh returned to the scene of the accident. Emergency Op calls back. Driver was seriously wasted. She asks for name, numbers, and birthdays? Witness Protection Program anyone? No, it wasnt all that serious, but thrilling at least. Anyhow, now I'm at home, safe and sound, and desperately wondering what we're doing tomorrow night." my mom is home from israel. i missed her a lot. i also miss israel. a lot. i'm so homesick.