El Niño fucking STOP. You're killing us, literally. I thought the Memorial day scare was just something that happens every ten years or so but no, another fucking tornado
today. This time dangerously
close to where I live, like it destroyed part of the high school in this small college town. We watched it on the news go down a path from south to northeast. To be honest, I wasn't as scared this time. My heart was beating fast but at the same time I was like, "Oh this shit again." Yup, it got that bad. So much bad weather lately that I don't give a fuck. Okay, just gotta get some pillows and hide in the bathtub. My parents are freaked out though.
The university has canceled classes so I'm stuck here. Actually I would have much preferred to be over there in sturdy buildings than here. I'm stuck with my parents yelling at each other and watching the radar. The apartment started seeping water. We're definitely moving to a house now, rented or whatever. We already have enough photographic proof to file a complaint to break the contract. If the place floods, we can legally leave without paying a fine.
I'll just listen to some gothic metal for now I guess. It's the Goth thing to do!
Okay so, I went to school like normal and aced my Criminal Justice test with a 94%, fuck yeah! Then I went to my mentor meeting and had a nice chat with him, and after that I went home, luckily with only a little bit of drizzle.
I was worried about the rain today because of the giant, evil, category 5 hurricane that is currently destroying Mexico. The rain is supposed to cause historic flooding around here. Again.
As if the Memorial day weekend shit wasn't enough, but that's supposed to be tomorrow. However, lots of torrential rain did start in the afternoon as predicted by our weather forecasters who probably have the hardest job trying to predict the always changing Texas weather. Wow, what a job, you can be wrong all the time, but you're still hired. lol
Anyway, my journal is not about rain. (At least not yet.) Well, it kind of is.
The sun came out and we decided to go out and check on this house that we're thinking of buying, but on the way there the rain started pouring again, really, really hard. Nonetheless, we made it to the house and through the horrible rain, it looked very pretty and I was all for living there. We started to drive home in the puddling roads and made it back to the apartment rather smoothly in spite of the rain. The rivers aren't flooding yet, and this is great because we're surrounded by two of them, so seeing that was relieving. What wasn't relieving was getting out of the car.
Immediately upon opening the door, I smelled a strong scent of smoke. I asked my parents, "What's that smell?" I sort of skipped thoughts and it came to my mind that something was definitely burning. I have a good sense of smell and sometimes I can sense things that my parents can't but this time, it wasn't just me, both of them realized the smell and we freaked out.
Holy fucking shit, the apartment must be on fire.
We ran out of the car, not even closing the doors in this splashing rain and inside the apartment the smell of smoke was intense. We couldn't see smoke inside but outside towards our next door neighbors, I could see some smoke coming from their side. At first, we thought it was in the rooms where we had left some fans on to dry the bathrooms because they're leaking water and the workers are fixing it, so we disconnected them. My mom thought it could've been the stove because it's electrical and she was cleaning it this morning but we determined that there was no fire in our apartment.
We thought it might have been coming from upstairs and if it is, those people have a dog and it would be trapped left inside. Also the fire could spread and that's not good. So my mom told me to call 911. This is the first time I had to call an emergency number and the whole time I was running around outside looking for the source of this smoke but I couldn't see it in the rain. So the lady on the line told us to leave the building. Thank goodness that this is a small city so the firefighters made it on the scene in like three minutes. My mom and I ran to the front desk to let them know about this, getting our shoes wet in the puddles.
This isn't the first time we've dealt with a fire. Last time, in Bahrain, the dryer in our apartment caught fire and it was just me and my mom there. In the end, it was handled well.
So what caused all the commotion this time? A barbecue flame. lol
Yeah, it turns out some guys next door left the fire on in their barbecue inside their fences and it smoked our apartment while we were out.
First of all, that's illegal and now they have to pay a mighty fine. Serves them right.
Secondly, why the fuck would you barbecue in this fucking weather? The clouds are vomiting out there and you want to be outside cooking? People are weird and stupid.
I got all wet and shit because some idiots wanted to cook illegally in the rain. Now our apartment smells like smoke still. Eugh, and I'm breathing that. UGH.
Yup, that was my day.
How did you spend your Friday? X3