Thursday, August 25, 2011

Hurricane, or Wie ist das Wetter?

What's up with all the natural "disasters," anyway? Seriously, I'm having a bad enough week as it is. Whatever. Not that you care about my stupid life, you already have to put up with the stuff I write as it is.

So, hurricane. Whoop whoop. My take on it? Lots of bad weather followed by a pause and then more bad weather.

Now children, this is what a hurricane looks like. Actually, I have no idea what the hay I'm saying. But, meh. My basic understanding of hurrcanes is that there's the storm, and there's an eye in the middle, and if in the middle of your awful weather you experience sunshine, STAY INSIDE: IT'S LYING TO YOU BECAUSE IT WANTS TO EAT YOU. DON'T LET IT FOOL YOU.

Now that I've shared this wisdom with you--

Moving on.

What will I be doing during this weeks second Nature Hates Us episode? Hiding, of course. Like the coward I am! Hiding with anything I wouldn't be able to live without in the event of Major Damage. Like the house falling down on my head. Youch. That sounds worse than a concussion (which, honestly, sounds kind of gross: your head squishing around in your skull. Ewww). Also food, in the event of the whole house-falling-down scenario. And all the emergency stuff like first aid and water and whatever the Red Cross says. I think I have the list somewhere.

I just read over some of this and realized that it's really pointless. I guess I'll continue then.

Actually every time I think of the hurricane I don't panic or think about any of the stuff I just rambled about, I get part of "When You Were Young" by the Killers stuck in my head. The bit about the hurricane. Which is totally not the point of the song...but whatever.

And now to finish the post, more songs related to Hurricanes. Mostly the title, or by association.

Hurricane, by 30 Seconds to Mars
Hurricane, by Panic! At the Disco
Let's Kill Tonight, by Panic! At the Disco (because it's either right before or right after Hurricane)
When You Were Young, by the Killers


Well, you may or may not have just wasted a perfectly good amount of time reading my blog.

Bis Später

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