Wednesday, July 19, 2006

I guess God thinks I'm Abel.
I almost died today. If you think I'm lying, kidding, or melodramtic, I'll find you and kill you. Since I've given even some dear friends a bunch of dissonant thoughts put together, I figured that from now on it would be best to just type the whole story up here and point people in this direction.

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So, today started off lousy, my insomnia struck me last night and I ended up not sleeping until about six in the morning. Alan can attest to this. I woke up at 2, watched a movie until it finished and my parents left to go shopping for furniture. We planned on investing in stadium seating for our living room, but seeing how things are now that's not going to happen. So I'm home alone, having just gotten out of the shower and dressed at six, the phone rings and it's my mom, saying that they were caught in the worst storm they had ever seen. The furniture store they were at lost power and they were looking out of the windows there and a nearby transformer blew up as they were watching the storm. So when my mom called, she was in a bit of a panic and she asked if there was any rain here. I parted my blinds and saw clouds, but the streets were dry, normal bad day weather, you know?

So I hang up the phone. As soon as I do so, I hear a huge clap of thunder. Then my Aunt Debbie calls as I'm looking outside, now worried sick at what's going to happen, since mom made it sound cataclysmic. She wanted to speak to my mom and of course mom wasn't here so I told her that I'd have mom call her when she got home. I call up mom again to tell her everything that happened, and that the storm was shaping up to be a big one. I turned the computer off after the house started shaking and I unplugged everything. I took this picture through my window before heading downstaris.

http://i82.photobucket.com/albums/j246/goodbyeface/IMG_1330.jpg
(it's big)

As I'm going downstairs I hear the loudest crashing noise I've ever hear din my fucking life. Scared all the cats shitless and they ran past me up the stairs. I unplugged choice things downstairs and opened the door to find the big tree in front of my house (the one you see in my window picture) collapsing. It almost hit the house, but instead it veered in direction and fell parallel to it. My parents came home (I opened the door for them) and they told me something that I didn't realize at first. The fucking chimney detached and fell from our fucking house.

After an hour or so, we turned on the TV and watched the news. After it stopped raining I went outside and took pictures.





In the first picture, all those top story windows? That's my room. Also, we weren't the only ones hit this bad. That we know of, two other houses lost their chimneys. Let's not even go into how many broken trees there were. You drive through our neighborhood and all you can think about is how you can compare us to what you see in the news coverage of a hurricane.

I'm so happy to be alive. We never really lost power, and I lost internet for a while but eventually came back. I feel really lucky. Some power, wether it be nature or some superbeing, singled us out and we all lived through it.

So, comment with nice words, similar experiences, I want to hear all of it. Also, if you want more pictures of the damage, I literally filled up my 512mb card with pictures. I'd like to make a Photobucket for it at some point.

And thanks for listening, I know this has to be hard on you.
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