Severe weather strikes!

I'm sitting on a tiny ledge in front of the dryer in my apartment’s laundry room. I'm here mostly because it's a really cool place to chill out when I don't want to do my homework, and also because the tornado siren went off. Every three minutes I start shaking because an old out-of-balance washing machine goes into spin cycle, and every fifteen minutes the timer for the lights runs out and I panic, thinking we’ve lost power. It’s a good place to be if you want to maximize your storm experience, as you can be in a thunderstorm, tornado, and earthquake all at the same time.

With me are my roommate and a couple who lives next to the laundry room. My roommate is reading Emerson’s Essential Writings, and feeling that they are somewhat less essential than the title suggests. After all, everything is not beautiful if you only shine bright enough light on it. The other two look like they just woke up. The woman is sitting on the floor with a green towel wrapped around her hair, and the man is sitting on a shelf with a Mountain Dew, both working on their own laptops. Above us, several pachyderms flaunt the peril of the storm and stomp around their apartment asserting their nonchalance.

A half hour before the sirens began, we saw lightning and heard an overpowering roll of thunder that lasted nearly ten seconds. It cracked, then split apart from the very top all the way down to the foundations. I started dancing around the living room, overcome with excitement at the thought of watching the storm through our patio doors with a couple candles and an endless supply of food. I made my roommate laugh, but now it’s passed, and I’ve missed the entire display of dihydrogen monoxide torrents.

not much happening yet...

so i'll write later when something goes on.