This week was filled with so much rain, that it couldn’t have came at a better time. Not only did my orange umbrella from my photo-shoot with Rabi go missing in the Swing Space (maybe someone took it to match my missing BlackBerry) but a crack developed in my over-priced rain boots that I bought in October. I’m unaware of where the receipt might be, or when I could find the time to bring them back to Robson. It’s been a spa vacation as I trek from Totem to Buchanan without an umbrella and a crack in my rain boots. The back of my left foot has developed blisters and now I need to walk in pain because I have no choice but to continue to wear the boots because of all the rain. This can be problematic, because for one people look at me in a strange way as I walk like I’m avoiding the ground, and the second problem is that it slows down my ability to make it from class to class on time.

My bad luck with the weather and my rain gear hasn’t stopped me from loving Vancouver any less. It’s going to have to take something really big to crack me.