Still Raining ...

It's still raining. I woke up this morning with hope for a sunny day. I looked out the window and it was gloomy as hell, but I still had hope and even went as far as to put my bathing suit on under my dress, on the off chance that it would get nice enough to actually lay on the beach. I even said to Denny, "I don't care if it starts raining, I'm going to the beach." Then as I walked to get some food down the street it started drizzling, and I thought, shit. Then as I sat eating my mediocre and overpriced french onion soup, it started pouring. Not just like a little a mild drizzle, but a full on rain storm. Now, as I sit here in this Internet cafe, pouting over the start of my day, it started down-pouring again. I can't even leave the damn Internet cafe because it's raining so hard. I hate Ko Samui.

Last night we decided to stay in, which is the first time I've done that in a very long time. To be honest, I can't even remember the last time I stayed in and didn't drink, so last night was much needed for me--physically and mentally. We rented a DVD player and bought some bootleg DVDs--Once, an Irish movie I've wanted to see for a long time and W, the new movie about George bush that literally came out last week in the States. We watched Once first and it was fine quality, totally normal to be honest. Then we put in W and it was bootsy. Ghetto. Hilariously bad quality. The film quality was the worst I've ever seen and there were moments where we could hear the audience laughing at something stupid George said. Damn, did they make George seem dumb but I guess that doesn't take much work. Speaking of George, can I just say how fucking ecstatic I am that Obama is going to be our new president. Good riddance George. We were in Bangkok when we heard the news and a huge part of me wished I could have been in San Francisco for it, just to be a part of everyone freaking out with excitement. I sat there with tears in my eyes as I heard Obama speak from the TV in our guest house restaurant as other non-Americans sat around not really giving a shit. The prospect of living in America now for the next four years doesn't sounds so detrimental. I'm actually, for the first time in years, proud to tell people I'm American. Thank god for Obama.

Anyways, I fell asleep mid movie and woke up the next day feeling hungover. How does one feel hungover without even drinking the night before? Who knows. We leave for Ko Phangan tomorrow for the Full Moon Party. I'm excited to get the hell out of douchie Ko Samui and to meet up with our old friends (as old as travel friends can be I guess) Pete, Orla, and Francis, and to meet up with my actual old friend, Jenna. Can't wait to leave this rainy place and ... go to another rainy place. At least the change of scenery will be refreshing.