The Storm

I was tossing up a few titles, but I ended up thinking that the simplest title is the best. I disregarded the rest of the day (though I will talk about that), and just wrote 'The Storm.' Because of the massive storm that just hit us. I'll definitely get to that. Oh, and as I've done once before, I'm writing this (or part of it) in a notepad, again, because of the storm. OK, enough of the opening paragraph. To my day. And I know I should be doing this earlier, but this bloody storm.

I woke up at 7:30 (don't blame me. I was woken up.). Then after chores and so on (I couldn't even go on my laptop), we headed straight to Westfields, with me bringing my wallet and my iPod (speaking of which, the song stuck in my head is 'U' by Super Junior. It was one of my dance songs, that's how I know it.) My Mum's car was due for a service, so we dropped the car off around 9 and walked to the shops. Once we arrived, we bought tickets for a movie, 'Race to Witch Mountain.' My Mum and my brother wanted to see it, and I didn't have any particular movie I wanted to see, so that's what we saw. It was better than I expected, and it had really good effects. I don't want to spoil it for anyone, and I definitely don't want to be a film critic. So I won't. But it was good. After the movie ended, we went down to Dymocks, so I could pick up the book I ordered, 'The Three Musketeers' by Alexandre Dumas. (I have a funny story about him, or rather, one of his books. I was reading 'The Count of Monte Cristo,' by the same guy, last year in Maths. Arriola came up and said 'Good book! I remember when it first came out.' Now, this book first came out in '44. 1844. I never get tired of that story.). Then we went to Angus and Robertson, where we used vouchers we got. I bought a Bill Bryson book, because he is the funniest writer I have ever read. Read as many of his books as you can. Then we had Red Rooster, where I spent too long trying to explain to the person who was waiting on us what we wanted. 'I'll have a regular chicken strip meal.' I do this every time, and it's never a problem. But I didn't count on this girl. 'A chicken sub?' 'Chicken strips. A chicken strip meal.' 'We don't have meals, we have combos.' (At this point it gets annoying. This is not difficult.) 'A combo then. Regular.' 'Regular or large?' (Haven't I already said this.) 'Regular. No sauce.' Then my brother ordered. 'I'll have the same as him.' Her face was classic. I thought we might be here for a while. 'Sauce?' (Exact same. No sauce.) 'No.' Bloody hell. Then after we ate, we walked back to the car, passing a fruit shop. This may seem pointless to mention, but I have to mention two signs advertising prices: 'Apples, 49c a bucbet' and 'Weter, $2.99 a bay.' What? I'm not going to try to understand these. When we got home, we watched the rest of Avatar, book 3, including the movie. That is some good stuff.

Now to the storm. It started quietly, when it started raining. Then I heard some banging sounds; hail hitting the windows. Then the lightning started. At this point, it is pouring, and we look out the window, I hear my Mum say, 'The shelter is gone.' We have a shelter in our backyard, or, more accurately, had. We went outside, after the rain had slowed, and found the whole metal frame bent and cracked. The top was at a 45 degree angle, one leg over the neighbour's fence and one leg parallel to the ground. The whole thing is essentially destroyed. To top it all off, the lights went out, and we had to turn off the power because of the lightning. It was, no exaggeration, the worst storm I have ever witnessed. The dog was forcing his way into the house; the side doors were leaking, making us gather towels and buckets like crazy to stop the flow, and the backyard was underwater. I put my foot down and sank in ankle-deep.

I was supposed to go a bit philosophical here, but with all the things that have happened, I'll postpone it until tomorrow. And it was really good too. I was going to get all John-like and all. Well, not as good as him, but still. Philosophical. Instead here I'll mention one of my goals for the holidays: I'm going to write (or at least start to write) a book. We've been doing writing in English, character development in Drama, I've been blogging (a form of writing), and I've always wanted to write a book. So tomorrow, or the day after, I'm going to start. I might even post a bit now and then.

Comments, now, starting with more late ones (which I shall now call retro comments, because that's what I call them in my head and it's just easier to call them that.), both of them on Sunday.
*Ebony: I would say I use Bebo, but that would be an overstatement. I have a Bebo account. I never go on it. My blog is my page on the net. And I don't think I've ever seen :L, though that could just be me. And it's true, he was my first commenter. I almost forgot that. And I post everyday, it's what I do. This way I know what I'm doing everyday. I like to keep a record.
*Shafi: ...OK...
Now to yesterday's comments: 8 from 5 people. Now the only missing person is AC. They're probably just on holidays though.
*Victor: Long posts? Here's one for you. And shut up about my labels, they're awesome. OK, maybe not, but still.
*Karen: Hopefully you'll beat him next time. Someone has to beat Victor. And, yes, I get up at 6. This way, I can go on my laptop in the morning.
*Ebony: I put my blog in my pm right away as well, but it didn't make a difference. Ah well. Gave me a chance to get in the swing of things. Blogging earlier, I will do, if I can help it, but blogging shorter is not my thing. Just me though. And I have no idea how lol is a label either, I don't know why I put that their either. More strange labels I have used are 'bus' and 'w00t.'
*Ebony: Relax, long comments are good. And I read your comments. At least twice: Once to read, and once to reply too.
*Victor: Help out with what? It was kind of vague. Though if you're talking to Ebony, use MSN.
*Victor: It's not that bad. In fact, it's not bad at all.
*Kevin: I think you misspelled 'carp' there. Just saying. And I've finished it all. It is good.
*Shafi: I really can't explain it all here. Wikipedia is your friend. Here's the article. Avatar and Dragonball Z. What?

Oy vey, that was a long post. Hopefully tomorrow I'll start a bit of my book, as well as do that philosophical thing. It won't be your classic relaxation, but I'll take that any day.

I'll try to post earlier,
AB