So, I love coming home and it just being me. It's my me time. Of course, my dog's here, but he can't tell on me for having a soda before dinner or whatever. But this whole week one of my parents have been home. My brother is home today, but IDC if my brothers are home. Well, today neither of my parents are home. THE ONE DAY I NEEDED THEM TO BE HOME, they weren't. It was POORING rain when I got off the bus. And normally my aunt can come pick me up, since she lived nextdoor, but she wasn't home. My brother wasn't allowed out of the house to go to the busstop with an umbrella, and both my parents decided to stay at work today.
So guess who had to walk home in the pooring rain, with no umbrella? ME. I was NOT happy. And I still am not happy. I was soaking wet, my hair got ruined, my jeans were drenched... ugh. I HATE RAIN.
/rant on rain.