Primero

Apparently, Seattle is not familiar with the trends of June; it is rainy, windy, cold, and the fifth day of what is usually a summer month. I woke up for class this morning at an ungodly hour and walked out into the living room to find my roommate sitting in our new chair (one of our two pieces of furniture) and staring morosely out of the window. "I wish the goddamn sun would just fucking come out," were her first words to me. We native Californians should probably just accustom ourselves to such weather.