This past Wednesday morning at around 8:30, I woke up to the sounds of a pretty major thunderstorm. I laid back down and closed my eyes, but the storm kept raging outside. After a few minutes, I decided to look outside to see just how hard it was coming down.

I wasn’t prepared for what I saw:

I then ran downstairs to see if anyone else was awake and seeing this; my mom, dad, and sister were all downstairs staring out the front window, looking as shocked as I was. My dad said that the last time he remembered our street flooding like it had, it was at least forty years ago and there weren’t any sewers yet.

Eventually, the rain started to let up, and we made our way outside to survey the chaos up closer.

It took a good hour and a half before the water finally drained away. My car had at least eight inches of water in it, and there is a hole in our front lawn where there used to be a septic tank. It may not have been the most fun morning ever, but it does make for a good story.

Man, I really wish that if it must snow, it would either be two feet so I don’t have school, or it would wait until AFTER I have to drive in it.

EDIT: And now it’s sunny out. I don’t understand what’s happening.

• When I was driving to work this morning, it was cool and not humid at all—quite unlike the past few days have been. Not only that, but the skies were slightly overcast. Maybe I’m weird, but what I just described is possibly my favorite type of weather, depending on how I’m feeling. It put me in a great mood for the rest of the day. More on the weather later.

• Oh good, I’m not the only one who thinks the Islanders are ridiculous. (Sumo wrestlers? What the hell?)

• I went to Staples after dinner, shortly after 7 PM, to exchange a binder I bought the other day for a bigger one. I left my front car windows cracked about an inch. In the five minutes it took me to go into the store, return one binder, grab another, pay for it, and leave the store, it had started pouring…all over the inside of my car. I ran for it, got soaked, started the car and rolled my windows up. By the time I pulled out of the parking lot, the rain had slowed considerably, and when I got back to my house—half a mile from Staples, if that—I found out that it hadn’t rained there at all. Owned? Yes, I do believe so.

• I don’t know what’s gotten into me, but I now have as many posts in the month of July as I had from October of last year through June of this year. Hopefully I’ll keep at it.

• I enjoy the liberal use of bulleted lists in my posts.

• Addendum: Tylenol PM works as advertised.

+3 for using a Killswitch Engage song title as the post title, and making it relevant.

As much as I enjoy summer, I am not one for hot weather. 80 degrees is about my limit (if you want that in Celsius, here’s a gun; shoot yourself with it, as the metric system is dead to me), but I cannot deal with any sort of humidity. On the contrary, I like it when summer gives way to autumn and the temperature drops about ten degrees.

So what’s up with this?

Seriously, Mother Nature…you’re a whore.