8.19.2003
 
The rain came falling down Moses-style.

It's summer in the effing desert. We're not suppose to have HAIL coming down. First noticed as I was typing away in yon computer, so Tyler and Mike heard all about the ice-cube-sized balls of frozen-ness. As soon as I heard the (close) thunder and noticed that the hail was starting to slice into the window screen, turned off the computer and made my way upstairs to get some sleep.

Woke up two hours ago and saw some interesting things on the TV News. Mainly people acting like idiots trying to get to higher ground (this guy ontop of a U-Haul tried jumping to safety, but collided his head with the concrete post of the overpass and -- luckily -- fell into a patch of shallow water), cars floating down the streets, streets turning into the color of Willy Wonka's chocolate river, and people brushing the water out of their houses.

It's as if our own personal Mississippi River overflowed... or we got a baby-sized Filipino flood. At least the casualties here (none so far) don't number past a thousand.

Hopefully the waters won't be so high come the first day of school... since I'd hate to see the school submerged in five feet of water. Half the student body would subsequently drown (including all the IS and Art majors).

Three inches of rain in the span of an hour... and our annual rainfall is four inches. Okay, NOW I'm demanding snow for Christmas.

And dogmannit, this weather better not disrupt my plans for a group movie-watchin' of CAMP (since I didn't get to watch it like I was suppose to...).

In other news, the new Japanese teacher is a certified cutey. I get to serve him and other faculty breakfast tomorrow. Joy.

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