Tornados and Dreams

It is so WARM!!!

My Weatherpixie is actually wearing something revealing for once. Show your beautiful self, Weatherpixie!

It also feels weird, though. I came out of tutoring and I could just feel the thickness in the air. It's dead silent, except for the wild chirping of birds. They know. I came home and Dad said there's a tornado watch. I should have figured; I felt it. I guess I have tornado-sensing senses. This is probable a good thing; they're a nice thing to know about in advance.

I have been wanting a storm for a long while now. Since the beginning of the year, I have been looking forward to the first storm of this year. I want it to storm really hard, and really violently, particularly this summer when I'm at the lake and have all the time in the world to stay up and enjoy them. I love summer storms.

Spring storms (and, hence, tornados) scare me because 1) I'm usually in town, which means I can't see the storm and what's going on and 2) they're usually on a school night (hey, a five-out-of-seven chance), which means I lose sleep over them. I can't sleep during storms; I honestly can't. Rain makes me sleep better, but storms, with lightning flashing in through the windows and the constant rumble of thunder lurching around the house . . . I used to be so afraid I couldn't sleep, but now I'm just adrenalized.

Is that a word, adrenalized?

At any rate, I can't see why I'm so excited about spring storms all of a sudden. Part of me has even been daring for it to have a tornado. I just want one, for some reason, even though for years and years I've been praying that one would never come.

Maybe I want all the old things to be destroyed so that it will be easier to move on with the new. I know that's going to happen anyway . . . do I just not want remnants to remain? That doesn't seem very like me.

I don't know. At any rate, it's supposed to storm. I even had a dream about it last night: (After breathing fire and shooting out little cups of fruit punch to people in the bleachers at the Central stands) Nichole, Andrew, and I huddled against a desk in the Economics room (which I just KNEW was the Economics room . . . it was really Mrs. Cantzler's old classroom), waiting for this tornado to come after we knew there had been a warning. I told Andrew that I had a dream about him last night (all too aware of what that meant when he said he had had a dream about me), and he puffed himself up all proudly and blushed, but I explained, and I think I disappointed him. Lol . . .

Tornados and Dreams

It is so WARM!!!

My Weatherpixie is actually wearing something revealing for once. Show your beautiful self, Weatherpixie!

It also feels weird, though. I came out of tutoring and I could just feel the thickness in the air. It's dead silent, except for the wild chirping of birds. They know. I came home and Dad said there's a tornado watch. I should have figured; I felt it. I guess I have tornado-sensing senses. This is probable a good thing; they're a nice thing to know about in advance.

I have been wanting a storm for a long while now. Since the beginning of the year, I have been looking forward to the first storm of this year. I want it to storm really hard, and really violently, particularly this summer when I'm at the lake and have all the time in the world to stay up and enjoy them. I love summer storms.

Spring storms (and, hence, tornados) scare me because 1) I'm usually in town, which means I can't see the storm and what's going on and 2) they're usually on a school night (hey, a five-out-of-seven chance), which means I lose sleep over them. I can't sleep during storms; I honestly can't. Rain makes me sleep better, but storms, with lightning flashing in through the windows and the constant rumble of thunder lurching around the house . . . I used to be so afraid I couldn't sleep, but now I'm just adrenalized.

Is that a word, adrenalized?

At any rate, I can't see why I'm so excited about spring storms all of a sudden. Part of me has even been daring for it to have a tornado. I just want one, for some reason, even though for years and years I've been praying that one would never come.

Maybe I want all the old things to be destroyed so that it will be easier to move on with the new. I know that's going to happen anyway . . . do I just not want remnants to remain? That doesn't seem very like me.

I don't know. At any rate, it's supposed to storm. I even had a dream about it last night: (After breathing fire and shooting out little cups of fruit punch to people in the bleachers at the Central stands) Nichole, Andrew, and I huddled against a desk in the Economics room (which I just KNEW was the Economics room . . . it was really Mrs. Cantzler's old classroom), waiting for this tornado to come after we knew there had been a warning. I told Andrew that I had a dream about him last night (all too aware of what that meant when he said he had had a dream about me), and he puffed himself up all proudly and blushed, but I explained, and I think I disappointed him. Lol . . .