It should be raining right now.

Today is one of those days where it should be raining. I mean, the sky is a grayish-white and there's the slightest amount of fog perched in the air. The trees are standing tall and bare, as all of their leaves fell to their doom last week. It's cold enough to need a sweater out, but snow doesn't seem like a possibility. And I'm currently sitting in a small room encased in class, holding only a table, some chairs, a shelf not even halfway filled up with books, and a microscopic trashcan in the corner that I kind of feel bad for. It's all alone over there.

So yeah. It should be raining right now.

People keep walking by the study room, peering in, and then sighing when they realize it's being inhabited my an almost-awkwardly tall brunette teenager pounding away on her laptop. I usually like to be poetic and graceful with my words on here, but to those people who want my study room- sucks to be you. I'm not going anywhere.

Well, I'm off to think about how much I want food and to go meet with my chemistry teacher. Don't steal my study room, okay?