There was a heavy thunderstorm this afternoon, and since I left the apartment without my cotton-candy-colored umbrella, I was soaked by the time I'd finished running all my errands. So I ended up taking my shoes off, rolling up my jeans, and walking across the Parade Grounds on campus singing "It's What You Believe In," from Peter Pan (although I realize now that Shirley Temple's "I Love to Walk in the Rain" would have been more appropriate). I attracted some weird stares, but I didn't care.
It's what you believe in when the storm clouds fill the skies
That makes them distressing or a blessing in disguise
If you believe in yourself, no matter what, it will matter not how it pours
Alone in the great outdoors, a glittering, shimmering world is yours
And you'll love it when you find in countless ways
That what you believe in, you can weave into your days
When I got back to the apartment, I found that maintenance was replacing my furniture now rather than wait until I move out in two days. I was angry because it was inconvenient and delayed my packing, but that was before I saw the new bed they put in. It's a very high bed, high enough for me to crawl underneath on my hands and knees. I actually wish that I was staying in this apartment a little longer now, because I really liked being under that bed; it reminded me of sleeping in my closet in Tarpartment, which I still miss sometimes.
Mom is coming to help me move out, but I'm trying to get all my packing done before she gets here (I haven't forgotten that she tried to throw away things that are very important to me when I moved out of my last apartment). I've uncovered some real surprises in the packing process -- things I'd completely forgotten or thought I'd lost or can't believe I kept so long -- and I wonder why I'm such a packrat. I think it's because I grew up in a house where useless things were rarely thrown away. For as long as I can remember, a big battered copy of Gore Vidal's Julian has sat on one of the bookshelves in our living room. Not once have I ever seen anyone open it or even pick it up, but I know it's still sitting on that same dusty bookshelf right now. We're just not the sort of people who like to throw things away.
I'm still chipping away at Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, and so far I've stuck to my goal of reading one chapter a day. I'm also keeping a journal for this book, like I did for the last two, recording what I've read and what I think will happen next. I'm amazed at how much I've written in it so far -- I guess I want to make the most out of the last book.