Fuu~.
I stayed up really late last night, making a new layout for my journal. Because I'm dangerous like that, and I knew that if I didn't finish it all the way, I was just going to leave the sidebar undone for months and months and months like last time. I kind of think I caused a spike in the weirdness level of my journal, though.... *cough*
Anyway, I was terribly tired this morning. And really, really wanted to sleep. Which means I got woken up at some unholy hour by the dulcet tones of the shop-vac. I got up and poked my head out of the bedroom, and the FP was walking in and out of his bedroom with the vacuum and a squeegy-thing, mopping up a flood that went from his bedroom to the spare bedroom, and halfway down the hall to mine. "Fantastic," I say. He asked if my room had flooded, and I told him it hadn't, and went off to pull on my boots and help. As I was going to pull my boots out of the closet -- two feet from the computer which sits on the floor -- I go step, step, step, splish, splish, splish ... splish "... Fuck." Sigh.
They cancelled classes by nine, and by noon, all the ACNR people -- and I mean EVERYONE BUT MY FATHER who is crazy anyway -- at the Land Grant were like, "Fuck it. It's pouring. There's flood warnings. We're going home." It's been raining since, like, Friday, and now we've got gale force winds, oh boy, oh boy, AND! There's a typhoon across the dateline by Vanuatu heading east causing all this craziness! Apparently it'll go south of us, but, eheheh, this time last year, there was one that was GOING TO HIT US DEAD ON, NOPE, NOT CHANGING COURSE, BATTEN DOWN THE HATCHES, PEOPLE, and it swung off three hours out and hammered Ta'u instead. So. Nothing is certain, and I predict doom. :D
'Tis the season. :x
.... I WILL NOT ORDER THE JAPANESE SPECIAL EDITION OF FRANZ FERDINAND'S YOU COULD HAVE IT SO MUCH BETTER. I will not. I don't need it. (I waaaaaaaaant it.)
Anyway, I was terribly tired this morning. And really, really wanted to sleep. Which means I got woken up at some unholy hour by the dulcet tones of the shop-vac. I got up and poked my head out of the bedroom, and the FP was walking in and out of his bedroom with the vacuum and a squeegy-thing, mopping up a flood that went from his bedroom to the spare bedroom, and halfway down the hall to mine. "Fantastic," I say. He asked if my room had flooded, and I told him it hadn't, and went off to pull on my boots and help. As I was going to pull my boots out of the closet -- two feet from the computer which sits on the floor -- I go step, step, step, splish, splish, splish ... splish "... Fuck." Sigh.
They cancelled classes by nine, and by noon, all the ACNR people -- and I mean EVERYONE BUT MY FATHER who is crazy anyway -- at the Land Grant were like, "Fuck it. It's pouring. There's flood warnings. We're going home." It's been raining since, like, Friday, and now we've got gale force winds, oh boy, oh boy, AND! There's a typhoon across the dateline by Vanuatu heading east causing all this craziness! Apparently it'll go south of us, but, eheheh, this time last year, there was one that was GOING TO HIT US DEAD ON, NOPE, NOT CHANGING COURSE, BATTEN DOWN THE HATCHES, PEOPLE, and it swung off three hours out and hammered Ta'u instead. So. Nothing is certain, and I predict doom. :D
'Tis the season. :x
.... I WILL NOT ORDER THE JAPANESE SPECIAL EDITION OF FRANZ FERDINAND'S YOU COULD HAVE IT SO MUCH BETTER. I will not. I don't need it. (I waaaaaaaaant it.)