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Storms are rolling in. . . several different kinds!

Hmph. Smells like Wet Earth. Earthworms. Mud. All that stuff that you love when you're a little kid. There was a major thunderstorm here today. I'm talking HUGE. I had fallen asleep after my algebra II final (Please don't ask, it went horribly wrong) and woke up to the sound of thunder shaking my house.

Yeah, that's right. When you live out in the country [somewhat] you get some pretty nasty thunderstorms. Obviously by my state of asleep I wasn't conscious enough to snap a picture of how dark the sky was, but I took this one a couple minutes ago--and then interrogated by my mother as to why I was opening the rather LOUD front door at 12 in the morning. I responded with, "Because. . . I'm taking a picture. For my. . . thing! JEEZ MOM!"

So I woke up around 6pm, alone, with the sound of tremendous thunder. The walls were shaking and the sky kept flashing purplish grey. This isn't to say I'm afraid of thunderstorms, by any means. As a matter of fact, I enjoy them. What better demostration of nature's wrath than light flashing in the sky? I'm a bit mistaken though, I remember now that I wasn't alone. Poor Tessie was terrifed. She climbed into my lap and sat there shivering with every BOOM. Eventually she hid under my blanket. Poor thing. One particular crack of thunder sounded like an explosion. I'm not even joking. I asked my sisters about it--they were at a softball game, cowering in a dugout--and they said that they'd heard it as well. I thought that the transformer (-porter?) had blown up or something. The power shut itself off with every boom of thunder, only to come back on within 2 minutes--providing the most annoying way to pass the time--resetting all the clocks. . . urgh.

This is an actual picture from my local news site, because it turns out, they all head home after midnight. Lazy fuggers. There's no pictures (yet) of storm footage. I even bet this sucker's a fake. Oh well.

I figure I should update you on my situation with Carlos, eh?

Things sort of. . . went down. Yesterday after I came home from my softball game (exhausted, we lost in extra innings) he called me and we talked for a little bit. But after I hung up, I got on the computer and we talked some more. Well, one thing led to another and we were arguing--which is difficult, mind you, in text--about something stupid. I dunno. I was angry though, because lately he's just been acting stupid. Now that I think about it, not stupid, exactly. I don't even really know why I continued the argument for as long as it went on. But I was just. . . mad. Now I feel bad. Is that a bad thing? The more I look back, the more I think that he really didn't deserve me blowing up on him.

Maybe this isn't good. After I talked with Carlos. . . I had a pleasant conversation with non-other than Flip-flop. Remember him? Well, since he's--hopefully--not going to become a regular on here, we'll refer to him now as OTM. AKA, Older Than Me. There wasn't a lot of acronyms that worked for him. But anyway. Back on topic.
OTM and I had a lovely conversation about what was pissing us off that day--apparently his ex-gf claimed she still had feelings for him but went and made out with another dude. . . I was like, ouch--and then he gave me some pointers for softball. Like I said, it was a pleasant conversation. When I had to go, I told him it was nice talking to him, and he said the same. He bid me good night and good luck (not cliché, he was referring to softball on Saturday--hey, that's TODAY!) and then we both signed off.

I told Devyn about it, since he is her good friend and everything. She didn't really say anything about it, which could go either way. If I know her well enough, she's either:
  1. Extremely worried that I will get hurt. (She's used to my bitching.)
  2. Skeptical that he will even give me a second glance. (Because it's going to be the summer after his senior year, he's only going to be worried about partying and tying up loose ends before he goes to college, apparently.)
  3. Feeling nothing whatsoever. (This is a phase and I'll get over it.)
All I know is that my feelings for Carlos have diminished. Friends? I don't know. He says that he wants to see me at this one kid's graduation party this weekend. . . but. . . I don't think I'm going. My excuse? I have NOTHING TO WEAR!!! Haha.

Recent Purchase: School House Rock T-shirt! Cute, huh? (That's not me by the way.)

OH! And I feel I should update you on my ice-cream fast, huh?

Well, I really wanted some today, because I was in the mood for something cold (It's hot outside, obviously). But guess what, I thought about it for a second before thinking. . . HELL NO!

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Alex said…
ooh i love thunderstorms!!! heck yes!!
June 5, 2007 at 7:54:00 PM EDT
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