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Jan. 2nd, 2017 01:34 pmIT HAS BEEN RAINING SINCE DECEMBER 31.
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Dec. 31st, 2016 07:03 pmIt's been storming for most of the day so all of the New Year's Eve celebrations have been cancelled.
Perfect end for this shit year, really.
Perfect end for this shit year, really.
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Dec. 23rd, 2016 12:00 pmIt is December 23 and 68F outside.
ETA: now it's 75F. It was 32F four days ago.
ETA: now it's 75F. It was 32F four days ago.
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Dec. 2nd, 2016 06:44 pmThis has been a terrible, confusing year, and I’m so fucking tired of it.
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Oct. 6th, 2016 11:05 amI feel terrible for everyone who has been or will be affected by Hurricane Matthew, but at the same time I am so fucking happy it's not coming here, and I feel so guilty for feeling like that.
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Aug. 16th, 2016 11:37 pmOne interstate exit away from my parents' place on Sunday. (taken by DOTD)
Literally across the interstate from my parents' place and lilsis' apt on Sunday. (taken by brother in law)
Update: aunt and uncle's houses pretty much a total loss. bigsis can salvage some things. it's supposed to rain every day this week and while around here is drying out, the flood is moving on to other places so it's still an ongoing nightmare beyond imagination.
Literally across the interstate from my parents' place and lilsis' apt on Sunday. (taken by brother in law)
Update: aunt and uncle's houses pretty much a total loss. bigsis can salvage some things. it's supposed to rain every day this week and while around here is drying out, the flood is moving on to other places so it's still an ongoing nightmare beyond imagination.
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Aug. 15th, 2016 07:52 pmJust walked around my parents’ neighborhood.
Mom pointed out everywhere that was completely underwater when they hightailed the fuck out yesterday because if they didn’t leave then, they wouldn’t have been able to.
Thankfully, it seems they would’ve been fine because the water turned back just in time - but oh my god, so many thousands are not that lucky. A foot more of water and it would’ve been in the house.
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Mom pointed out everywhere that was completely underwater when they hightailed the fuck out yesterday because if they didn’t leave then, they wouldn’t have been able to.
Thankfully, it seems they would’ve been fine because the water turned back just in time - but oh my god, so many thousands are not that lucky. A foot more of water and it would’ve been in the house.
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Aug. 15th, 2016 06:59 amFour adults in a two bedroom apartment with 1 bed and 1 bathroom, a cat, and a dog: not fun.
However, throughout this entire catastrophe, I have known almost the whole time where everyone in my family is, and they've always been safe. So, I'm thankful for that.
However, throughout this entire catastrophe, I have known almost the whole time where everyone in my family is, and they've always been safe. So, I'm thankful for that.
*is so fucking tired*
Aug. 14th, 2016 03:48 pmSo my parents' street flooded. They left before it reached their house, so no idea about the house. Them and my aunt are at my apt now; had to leave my aunt's two dogs behind, so that's heartbreaking. There wasn't enough room in the cars. They're in the yard, and they're labs, so... *hopes*
Lilsis in her third floor apt with husband and our cousin, trapped by water at apt complex entrance; bigsis + husband + 2 cats + 2 dogs on the way out of town and no way to access them 'til they get back near wifi. Other assorted cousins, aunts, and uncles trapped but safe at the mo.
I have no idea what to do.
ETA: bigsis has made it to her destination! lilsis has checked on parents' place and there's water in the driveway, and our aunt's dogs have stayed put.
Lilsis in her third floor apt with husband and our cousin, trapped by water at apt complex entrance; bigsis + husband + 2 cats + 2 dogs on the way out of town and no way to access them 'til they get back near wifi. Other assorted cousins, aunts, and uncles trapped but safe at the mo.
I have no idea what to do.
ETA: bigsis has made it to her destination! lilsis has checked on parents' place and there's water in the driveway, and our aunt's dogs have stayed put.
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Aug. 14th, 2016 11:01 amMy older sister just posted video from my parents' house and there is WATER AT THE END OF THE STREET. OH MY GOD.
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Aug. 14th, 2016 09:24 amMy older sister argued with the rescue people, who said only humans could come on the boat. She was about to go with the two cats while my brother-in-law stayed with the dogs.
But then TWO MORE BOATS SHOWED UP. Oh my god.
Cell phones have no service, but thankfully my sisters, Mom, and I all have iphones so we can message. Other family members don't have iphones, so now I can't contact them.
Shitting fucking holy goddamned hell.
But then TWO MORE BOATS SHOWED UP. Oh my god.
Cell phones have no service, but thankfully my sisters, Mom, and I all have iphones so we can message. Other family members don't have iphones, so now I can't contact them.
Shitting fucking holy goddamned hell.
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Aug. 13th, 2016 11:50 pmSo, my entire life, I’ve known that my mother chose my childhood home, the one she’s lived in for almost 30 years, because it is high ground. If the street I used to ride my bike down floods, the entirety of the city is underwater.
So far, only three homes in my family haven’t taken on any water: my parents’ place, my little sister’s apartment complex (she lives on the 3rd floor), and my apartment complex. Part of my family has evacuated on their own; some are awaiting rescue because they cannot get out. One of them has taken on water but is hunkering down - hopefully, it’ll recede before they need to be rescued.
This is so insane. I haven’t gotten a real picture in person of what’s happening because the area I’m in, for some reason, it’s all mostly been normal. My little sister was released early from work today because if she’d stayed any longer, there would’ve been no way home. I look at the photos and the videos, and I recognize where they are. I’ve been there before, sometimes very often.
I remember Katrina. Other storms. Gustav - fucking Gustav. But this is something else.
If praying is something you do, please pray for my older sister, and my uncle and cousins, and my aunt. They’re waiting for someone with a boat and it’s so fucking devastating, what’s happening. There’s no way to prepare for something like this.
So far, only three homes in my family haven’t taken on any water: my parents’ place, my little sister’s apartment complex (she lives on the 3rd floor), and my apartment complex. Part of my family has evacuated on their own; some are awaiting rescue because they cannot get out. One of them has taken on water but is hunkering down - hopefully, it’ll recede before they need to be rescued.
This is so insane. I haven’t gotten a real picture in person of what’s happening because the area I’m in, for some reason, it’s all mostly been normal. My little sister was released early from work today because if she’d stayed any longer, there would’ve been no way home. I look at the photos and the videos, and I recognize where they are. I’ve been there before, sometimes very often.
I remember Katrina. Other storms. Gustav - fucking Gustav. But this is something else.
If praying is something you do, please pray for my older sister, and my uncle and cousins, and my aunt. They’re waiting for someone with a boat and it’s so fucking devastating, what’s happening. There’s no way to prepare for something like this.
"Historic" rainfall, "historic" river levels, "500 year storm," "a storm that would have a name if it formed over water" instead of land -- I listened to the radio on the way home from my parents' place and I just want to cry. This is fucking terrifying. It's a hurricane that's parked over us and most of the city is shut down. Whole parishes are being evacuated, I heard.
IT WOULD HAVE A NAME if it formed over water. Fucking hell.
IT WOULD HAVE A NAME if it formed over water. Fucking hell.
Hurricane Patricia, WHAT THE FUCK. I didn't even hear about it until today! It went from a tropical storm to CATEGORY FOUR in a SINGLE DAY?! It only fucking formed on fucking TUESDAY?! It broke the fucking scale and is actually a goddamned CATEGORY SIX?!?! What the fucking goddamned fuck?
We're forecasted to have rain for like the next week, and you only start evac at 72 hours to landfall. It already made landfall and was formed on fucking TUESDAY.
WHAT THE FUCK.
To everyone on the coast in Mexico, oh my fucking god. I'm hoping as hard as I can.
We're forecasted to have rain for like the next week, and you only start evac at 72 hours to landfall. It already made landfall and was formed on fucking TUESDAY.
WHAT THE FUCK.
To everyone on the coast in Mexico, oh my fucking god. I'm hoping as hard as I can.
Title: Aftermath
Written: August 28, 2015
Note: I live an hour and a half from New Orleans, and have all my life. The worst thing that happened to me because of Hurricane Katrina was missing a week of school. But even now, if I think about the storm for more than a few minutes, I begin to cry. By the time I got to the last line of this, tears were welling.
( The sky is falling )
Written: August 28, 2015
Note: I live an hour and a half from New Orleans, and have all my life. The worst thing that happened to me because of Hurricane Katrina was missing a week of school. But even now, if I think about the storm for more than a few minutes, I begin to cry. By the time I got to the last line of this, tears were welling.
( The sky is falling )
quick survey question --
Jul. 18th, 2014 10:10 amHow do you define reading? What is reading to you?
(Working on my thesis. It's been raining for 10 hours. My head hurts. I want to go back to kindergarten and not have to worry about anything anymore.)
(Working on my thesis. It's been raining for 10 hours. My head hurts. I want to go back to kindergarten and not have to worry about anything anymore.)
For the record, I am so tired of winter. It's weird that we're even having a winter. On Sunday, it stayed around 60F all day and it was so lovely. I actually couldn't wear a jacket because I started sweating! Then the cold moved back in and I am tired of it. It wouldn't be so bad if I didn't have to go to class; I could just curl up in my living room or something. But no. I have to go to class because I'm responsible.
I actually cut my second ever grad school class last Thursday because of the weather: I didn't feel safe walking without an actualfax winter coat, which I didn't have with me. (The first ever grad school class I cut was because I got word that my great-aunt (more like a grandma) had died.)
So, yeah. Winter. I guess I'm finally learning what that actually is. It sucks. For the record.
I actually cut my second ever grad school class last Thursday because of the weather: I didn't feel safe walking without an actualfax winter coat, which I didn't have with me. (The first ever grad school class I cut was because I got word that my great-aunt (more like a grandma) had died.)
So, yeah. Winter. I guess I'm finally learning what that actually is. It sucks. For the record.
So, I read somewhere on tumblr that the weather is acting drunk - we're having our second snow day in two weeks, and might have a third tomorrow. Yes, the weather has imbibed too much. A lot of roads are closed because people down here have no idea how to drive when the temperature won't rise above freezing all day, and the sky keeps dropping water on us. *sigh*
I spoke to my advisor yesterday. She read over what I have for my presentation for the conference (two weeks away! holy shit!) and said it looked fantastic. That was such a relief to hear. Like, holy shit. I thought it was awful. We really are our own worst critics, aren't we? The whole conference is informal; it's just for graduate students to get their feet wet, basically. Everyone who's presenting are babies. (Including me.) (Definitely me.)
The main problem is that, at the end of last semester, I read two of my poems aloud for part of my final project in one of my classes. I read two of my poems aloud in front of my class. I had never done that before. I'd never read my poetry aloud to anyone. Yes, I've had my little sister and mom read my poetry; of course I have. But I'd never read it to them.
I felt terrified the whole time I was up there. I pretty much got over my public speaking thing in middle school; sometimes, I would have to stop to laugh at the beginning of my presentations, but I didn't fear them. But I spent most of December and January in a sort of bone-deep dread at the thought of this conference, which I only submitted to because my advisor told me that I should. I didn’t expect them to actually accept my proposal, but since this is a conference for baby grad students, they probably accept every proposal, you know?
I’m not reading my poetry this time, of course. I’ll be talking about what I plan to do for my thesis, and I am excited about that. I lost my give-a-damn sometime at the beginning of December; the break between semesters was so short, and I didn’t get any of my planned work done because I just didn’t give a shit, at all. But I think I’m starting to care again.
It’s just… sometimes, I’m glad to be an adult. I’m in grad school. I’m editing reports that affect things. I’m living in my own apartment and paying my own bills. I turn 26 in a month. (Like, actually a month since I don’t have a birthday this year.) I spent all of last summer working 45 hours a week, and this upcoming summer, I’m going to interview old people about their lives and history with reading.
But also, a large part of the time, I want to crawl back to kindergarten. I lay awake at night wondering what the fuck I’m doing in grad school, what the fuck I’m going to do after it, what the fuck I’m doing at all. Is all of adulthood like that? How does anyone ever get anything done?
When she was my age, my mom already had me. And the career she’s been working at her entire life. I really should stop comparing myself her (which I’ve been doing since I was 18). I always come up short. *sigh*
I guess… I think I’m mostly happy. Sometimes, I want to run away, or just curl up on my bed and not move, or get into some sort of horrible accident so that I don’t have to make any decisions for myself – but mostly, I wake up in the mornings happy. So that’s good.
Anyway. This post started out in a good place, and then I seemed to meander somewhere not so good. Oops. So, here, have a poem:
Roses are red.
Violets are purple
(which is the best color, you know)
The weather outside is fucked up, dude.
How are you?
*sporfle*
ETA: yes, tomorrow will also be a snow day.
And I've realized that I've been functioning at a low-level stage of misery since last summer because my head always hurts.
I spoke to my advisor yesterday. She read over what I have for my presentation for the conference (two weeks away! holy shit!) and said it looked fantastic. That was such a relief to hear. Like, holy shit. I thought it was awful. We really are our own worst critics, aren't we? The whole conference is informal; it's just for graduate students to get their feet wet, basically. Everyone who's presenting are babies. (Including me.) (Definitely me.)
The main problem is that, at the end of last semester, I read two of my poems aloud for part of my final project in one of my classes. I read two of my poems aloud in front of my class. I had never done that before. I'd never read my poetry aloud to anyone. Yes, I've had my little sister and mom read my poetry; of course I have. But I'd never read it to them.
I felt terrified the whole time I was up there. I pretty much got over my public speaking thing in middle school; sometimes, I would have to stop to laugh at the beginning of my presentations, but I didn't fear them. But I spent most of December and January in a sort of bone-deep dread at the thought of this conference, which I only submitted to because my advisor told me that I should. I didn’t expect them to actually accept my proposal, but since this is a conference for baby grad students, they probably accept every proposal, you know?
I’m not reading my poetry this time, of course. I’ll be talking about what I plan to do for my thesis, and I am excited about that. I lost my give-a-damn sometime at the beginning of December; the break between semesters was so short, and I didn’t get any of my planned work done because I just didn’t give a shit, at all. But I think I’m starting to care again.
It’s just… sometimes, I’m glad to be an adult. I’m in grad school. I’m editing reports that affect things. I’m living in my own apartment and paying my own bills. I turn 26 in a month. (Like, actually a month since I don’t have a birthday this year.) I spent all of last summer working 45 hours a week, and this upcoming summer, I’m going to interview old people about their lives and history with reading.
But also, a large part of the time, I want to crawl back to kindergarten. I lay awake at night wondering what the fuck I’m doing in grad school, what the fuck I’m going to do after it, what the fuck I’m doing at all. Is all of adulthood like that? How does anyone ever get anything done?
When she was my age, my mom already had me. And the career she’s been working at her entire life. I really should stop comparing myself her (which I’ve been doing since I was 18). I always come up short. *sigh*
I guess… I think I’m mostly happy. Sometimes, I want to run away, or just curl up on my bed and not move, or get into some sort of horrible accident so that I don’t have to make any decisions for myself – but mostly, I wake up in the mornings happy. So that’s good.
Anyway. This post started out in a good place, and then I seemed to meander somewhere not so good. Oops. So, here, have a poem:
Roses are red.
Violets are purple
(which is the best color, you know)
The weather outside is fucked up, dude.
How are you?
*sporfle*
ETA: yes, tomorrow will also be a snow day.
And I've realized that I've been functioning at a low-level stage of misery since last summer because my head always hurts.
