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listening to: no doubt - bathwater.
mood: ...weiiird.

I've been putting this off for the last two hours or so. I'm not exactly sure why, I guess I just couldn't concentrate. I have tons to say too, its foolish of me to start now. Oh well. I don't want to think of it as just 'getting it over with', but I'm going to plough through it anyway. Today has been awfully strange. I did some cleaning, some tidying, some re-arranging and some organizing, then my house got zapped by a merciless thunderstorm.

BOOM CRASH BANG ZAP ALAKAZAM.

&we were powerless for about forty-five minutes. I must admit, I was almost scared out of my skort when the fork lightning probably hit the transformer, I was on my computer (this one, in fact) and it just...stopped. The gentle hum of my modem snapped off, out like a light and my monitor faded to black. I jumped and joined my stepmom in 'holy crap!'ing the hell out of the moment. I journalled about it. It sounded like there were about five people walking about on my roof, joined by the vicious patter of millions of mice. Then, of course, there was the fresh aroma of fresh rain. Crisp, clean, cool. It would be divine if I could naturally possess that scent, it's attractive. If the rail and hail and God knows what else (acid maybe) wasn't coming down in buckets, I would've tossed on my heels and clip-clopped outside like I usually do. I just love the feeling of pressure, warm droplets of pressure, torrenting down upon me. Not only is it stress-relieving, it's refreshing. And wet. Today, while I was in the bathtub (stop reading if this will make you uncomfortable) I started to drain the bathwater and twisted into an oddly comfortable pretzel. Then I just let the bathwater drain, let it follow its natural course of suction and gravity. It took my stress with it, to be honest. Do you see the resemblance and/or am I crazy?

/inhale.

I started Anne Of Green Gables for the second time today, also in the bath. I love that room, eh? The bathroom. I spend so much time in there. Sure, it may be weird, but its true. Between leisurely lounging about in the tub, indulging in solid shampoos in the shower (for hours on end) and letting my stomach control my life, I don't have much time for anything else. Anyway, the book. I don't even remember when I read the book for the first time, but I remember enjoying it. Ouch. I just totally cracked my hand the wrong way. I understand the book more now, considering I can actually absorb dialogue and I have more knowledge (terms and dialect.) Anne's all-over-the-place way of thinking, high-spirited imagination and cheerful mannerisms put a fast smile on my face, and replaced my clouded thoughts with more optimistic ones. Thank you L.M. Montgomery. There isn't enough Lucy's in the world. Or places like Prince Edward Island. I would simply adore living there, especially because of the potatoes. Mmm.


My strange mood is all of a sudden gone, I feel drained. Not the good kind, the bathwater cleansing or rainwater washing kind, more like emotionally empty. Undecided whether it's a good thing or not.