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ivybgreenflower) wrote2004-09-26 11:18 pm
ivybgreenflower) wrote2004-09-26 11:18 pm
La juraca'n(a)
I'd better make this quick before the power goes out again.
1. Having people tell you they can't get in touch with your sweetheart is, to put it lightly, not comforting.
2. Not having your laptop when you really need it isn't either.
3. Listening to the wind howling isn't.
4.
WHRRRR CLICK CLICK CLICK... whrrr. <<< The sound of the power going off. You hear that and turn around in disbelief, staring into the complete and utter darkness around you. And you hold your breath, just sitting there, and the horrid realization that maybe- after a full 30 seconds of complete darkness- the power isn't coming back. But no! Suddenly the lights flicker and the computer makes that wonderful noise of turning back on, and things begin to beep and whirr and click and glow with green/red lights, and you watch as 12:00 AM and "DEMO" flash at you, and that blue screen Windows has when it's been improperly shut down... and a grin spreads across your face as the fans begin to whip around once again and that horrifying absolute stillness and silence is broken by the hisses and whirrs and clicks of various electronica, and you scream out "OH THANK GOD!"... The power comes back on with a WHOOSH!- the sound it must have made when God created the world (well, if I believed in it.) That whoosh is life-giving, hope-restoring, and absolutely WONDERFUL, because if that whoosh didn't happen, and you had to sit for almost three days in the sweltering Florida heat and humidity, watching helplessly as your shower sprays icy water at you and the entire contents of your refrigerator and freezer melt and spoil... well, it's too difficult to think about it. I've lived through it before... never again, plz.
Oh, and the power went out like that twice, the second time zapping our stereo cd thing, which already didn't play cds. Oooops.
And this fear is compounded by the fact that mi novio could be, like, dead, and no one knows since for the time being he's sans parents.
Yes, I'm having a lovely hurricane weekend. Stupid Jeanne. Stupid Ivan. Stupid Frances. Stupid Charley. And stupid Bonnie.
Well, free day off tomorrow, anyway.
Ivyette @ 11:33 PM (YAY full entry without a power outage!)
P.S.: My full mood should say "Tortellini with a maynor-beschammel (sp? I suck at French) sauce".
P.P.S.: (No, it's not p.s.s., it's post-post-script.)
I love you, sweetheart. Please don't die :(
1. Having people tell you they can't get in touch with your sweetheart is, to put it lightly, not comforting.
2. Not having your laptop when you really need it isn't either.
3. Listening to the wind howling isn't.
4.
WHRRRR CLICK CLICK CLICK... whrrr. <<< The sound of the power going off. You hear that and turn around in disbelief, staring into the complete and utter darkness around you. And you hold your breath, just sitting there, and the horrid realization that maybe- after a full 30 seconds of complete darkness- the power isn't coming back. But no! Suddenly the lights flicker and the computer makes that wonderful noise of turning back on, and things begin to beep and whirr and click and glow with green/red lights, and you watch as 12:00 AM and "DEMO" flash at you, and that blue screen Windows has when it's been improperly shut down... and a grin spreads across your face as the fans begin to whip around once again and that horrifying absolute stillness and silence is broken by the hisses and whirrs and clicks of various electronica, and you scream out "OH THANK GOD!"... The power comes back on with a WHOOSH!- the sound it must have made when God created the world (well, if I believed in it.) That whoosh is life-giving, hope-restoring, and absolutely WONDERFUL, because if that whoosh didn't happen, and you had to sit for almost three days in the sweltering Florida heat and humidity, watching helplessly as your shower sprays icy water at you and the entire contents of your refrigerator and freezer melt and spoil... well, it's too difficult to think about it. I've lived through it before... never again, plz.
Oh, and the power went out like that twice, the second time zapping our stereo cd thing, which already didn't play cds. Oooops.
And this fear is compounded by the fact that mi novio could be, like, dead, and no one knows since for the time being he's sans parents.
Yes, I'm having a lovely hurricane weekend. Stupid Jeanne. Stupid Ivan. Stupid Frances. Stupid Charley. And stupid Bonnie.
Well, free day off tomorrow, anyway.
Ivyette @ 11:33 PM (YAY full entry without a power outage!)
P.S.: My full mood should say "Tortellini with a maynor-beschammel (sp? I suck at French) sauce".
P.P.S.: (No, it's not p.s.s., it's post-post-script.)
I love you, sweetheart. Please don't die :(
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I'm sure your sweetheart is fine, he has you to hold on to and get though the hurricane.
Yes stupid stupid hurricanes -directs last part of this post to all hurricanes, past present and later hurricanes- YOU HURRICANES LEAVE FLORDIA ALONE! THIS SEASON HAS BEEN ROUGH ENOUGH, LEAVE MY FRIENDS IN THE SOUTH ALONE!!!!!!!
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