Wooo, listen to that wind pounding against my window. Sandy's mad that I'm caving into procrastination once more, then again, she might actually be mad I'm relishing on pizza for dinner. Both very unhealthy habits for a grad student, but what the heck. Being infinitesimally prepared for class is not a good reinforcer to begin with. Alright, I'm staying up to welcome Sandy anyway, so why is she mad again? Right...probably it's her boyfriend, New York. I heard he had a fling with Irene last year.
Baltimoreans are not afraid of hurricane for I still see vehicles moving on the damp road outside. So much for taking precautions and staying indoors. I suppose this anticipating game is waning on some of them city folks. I could be wrong tho. I mean, procrastinators like myself could be on that road or barely finding a good parking spot at Walmart to buy bottles of water and food. Also, the elevator of my apartment is still ring-a-ding-ding-ing. So that kinda explains a lot about the current situation. The temperature in my room has taken a dive into icy waters, prompting layers on me just to stay warm. Reality hits you like a slap on the face they say, this storm delayed me a impending midterm as my campus closes tomorrow.
I called mom to tell her about Sandy. She didn't sound too pleased that her daughter (who should be peacefully studying at a safe place) had to go through with this. Three minutes, and she was over it. Of course, I had to play down my cards. Freaking her out will bring no benefit. It would be like freaking myself out a million times more. Anyway, I really should stop typing and go sit by the window to hear Sandy's footsteps inching closer and closer to Maryland shore.
Godzilla-like,
Vonnie S.
Baltimoreans are not afraid of hurricane for I still see vehicles moving on the damp road outside. So much for taking precautions and staying indoors. I suppose this anticipating game is waning on some of them city folks. I could be wrong tho. I mean, procrastinators like myself could be on that road or barely finding a good parking spot at Walmart to buy bottles of water and food. Also, the elevator of my apartment is still ring-a-ding-ding-ing. So that kinda explains a lot about the current situation. The temperature in my room has taken a dive into icy waters, prompting layers on me just to stay warm. Reality hits you like a slap on the face they say, this storm delayed me a impending midterm as my campus closes tomorrow.
I called mom to tell her about Sandy. She didn't sound too pleased that her daughter (who should be peacefully studying at a safe place) had to go through with this. Three minutes, and she was over it. Of course, I had to play down my cards. Freaking her out will bring no benefit. It would be like freaking myself out a million times more. Anyway, I really should stop typing and go sit by the window to hear Sandy's footsteps inching closer and closer to Maryland shore.
Godzilla-like,
Vonnie S.
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