For those of you new to the Weatherbox, here’s a little autobiography I cooked up for you guys:
There once was a Weatherhuman at UCSB
Who had the most kick-ass skill to foresee
A million cool things
That this fucked up world brings
Where insults and jabs are guaranteed!
Tomorrow’s Forecast: The Weatherhuman discovers that a limerick, as defined by society, is a poem of “nonsense.” Now all hopes of leaving the Nexus to become a professional writer are dashed. Well, fuck.
Choked by their cap tassel during a graduation photoshoot
Accidentally daps the Chancellor up as they receive their diploma
Decided to skip commencement to go day drink on Del Playa
Ugly crying so hard they drown out "Pomp and Circumstance"
Posing on stage like there's a model scout in the audience (there was)
Can't make it up the steps due to the sheer amount of cords, stoles, and leis
Couldn't decide on a grad dress so they showed up in pajamas under their gown
Showed up to commencement high and suffering from horrendous munchies
Somehow juggling the 15 ceremonies required for their triple major
Graduated with a 5 year plan, chronic anxiety, and a great internship
Reading Kafka in the audience in hopes of an honorary English degree
had their graduation photos taken in the lagoon to be different
