More Writing

As I struggle to convince myself to finish my Media and Gender midterm (it's not due for almost 3 hours), my in class free writing came extremely easy this morning, despite not sleeping well due to stress and the thunderstorm that convinced me and Gabby the world was ending. Wish I could say Gender Theories could flow as easily as this did, but I figured I should share what I wrote as it describes this oh so rainy roman day.

When it rains in Rome, I never want to leave the down comfort of my bed. I want a mug of the thick, stand your spoon up in it Hot chocolate delivered to my bedside and for the rice, pudding consistency to sooth my throat and warm me from the belly up. I want my favorite movies to play constantly and for the curtains to be open so I can watch as the droplets playfully fall and land on my balcony. the droplets that never made it to the ground and rest on my window help me feel as if I am outside while I still remain warm in my bed, as they obstruct my complete view as if they are on my eyeballs.
But other times when it rains in Rome I want to rush outside in my big black rainboots and long rain coat. Put my hair up so nothing is in my way and I am free to jump from puddle to puddle, dancing to whatever song may be stuck in my head. Whether it's Jason Mraz or Hilary Duff or one of the 1950's doo op songs from my music class. Nothing can stop me from dancing. A lot of time as I dance alone in the wet streets of Rome, I wish I was placed in a scene of Singing in the Rain, but most people try to avoid the rain at all costs. And for that I often dance alone when it rains in Rome.

Alright well I better get back to my paper, almost done. Then study for my Italian midterm. Womp womp. But 2 days until Greece!!