Storm clouds rolling in...

Last night I contemplated sleeping outside on the trampoline, untill it started raining. It was just so peaceful out there with most of the stars and the coyotes. My own little piece of the Wild West on the prarie. Tonight, I sat out there for twenty minutes watching the lightening and reveling in the stormy atmosphere. This is my favorite sort of weather. I love the smell of ozone and the edgyness that comes from a storm growing in the distance. I think it's fitting. I've been so restless lately. I'm hoping that school will beat the restlessness out. I don't mind it, I just can't stand it for so long. Maybe I have flighty feet or something. I don't know. But the restlessness has been growing just like the storm out side is. Sooner or later it's going to become overwhelming and I'm going to burst. Bad things happen when I burst. I once tossed my sister out of a moving truck. Wow. I forgot all about that. Wicked. More lightening. Tomarrow is the girls first day of the new school year. I suspose I should be heading off to bed to do quiet things so they can sleep. Or mebbe I'll wander out into the storm again. Can you get hit by lightening or electrocuted by sitting on a trampoline when it's right up under the eves of the house?

Lucy, I'm Home!

Hey all, I'm BAAAAAAAAACK! Right now I'm hoofing it in Nodak at my parents' place, but soon and very soon I'll be back at school and bombarding ya'll with tales of my stupid clumsy ass and all the amazing, bizarre, and oddly curious things I think about. Hum.... anything intresting lately....no....They're taring and graveling the road by my house so I had to wait a long time to get to work, Steve Miller band's Rocking me Baby, 50 Cent's In Da Club, and Teri Clark's Girls lie too, plus alot of comercials and radio flipping and another song on the classic rock station that I didn't know but was great. Oh Hey. We have a kitten. He's got one of those little pot bellies that baby's have. And is just so fluffy and cuddly and he's grey and black tiger striped. He has a perpetual cold. This was really funny because he would sneeze on Toshia and she's such a germaphobe. Lots and lots of laughs. His name is Tigger. Technically, he's my baby sister, Vanessa's cat. But he likes me better. I call him Tigg, which annoys the piss out of everyone but my mom who calls him booger and my dad, who calls my dog shithead and hasn't come up with a creative blue collar monkier for the new pet. There's also rumblings about us getting a puppy. A future hunting dog sort of puppy, but one of those gangly clumsy little things(aka puppies!) I love anyway. I'm pushing to name it Fork, or Toast, or Blenderhead. I don't think I'm going to win. Shame.