I got a dollar today when I got to school. Apparently it's safe driving week, or something like that, and the SADD members were in the parking lots giving a dollar for every person who was buckled up. Woo! But, sadly, that's pretty much the only good thing about today. Nothing bad really happened and I'm in a good mood. It's just been one of those blah days. The good part of this week? Tomorrow's a half day and we don't go back to school until next Tuesday.
Yesterday was insaaaane! We had a jazz band spaghetti dinner at the civic center last night and the whole time the weather was getting crazy. It got cold and then hot and then it started to rain. Then the sky started changing colors. Like 3 different tornadoes touched down last night. One of which was about 4 or 5 miles from my neighborhood, 15 miles from where I was at the time. Thankfully, no one got hurt. A couple houses in a town an hour away got leveled. Isn't that insane? I can't imagine what it would be like for your house just to be completely gone. Not there anymore. My uncle swears that one of them touched down by his apartment, which is downtown. We're pretty sure he's making it up since it wasn't on the news. I think something like that would be a major story, just saying. While we were at the dinner my friend A.J. was working himself into a complex. It was pretty funny, he kept running to the doors to check what it looked like outside. We're never going to let him live it down.
The craziest part is that 15 years ago yesterday another tornado ripped through downtown. The town where I live in is about 80,000 people [I live in the suburbs so I go to a school out in the country], so it's pretty crazy that there would be a tornado downtown. I sort of remember the day it happened, too. My family was eating at Burger King when the sirens started to go off. My dad went out to the car to listen to the radio when he heard where the tornado was, right down the street that Burger King is on. So he comes back inside and a minute later we look out the windows and see it. It didn't look how the movies always make them look. It just looked like this huge black thing moving down the street, it was sort of funnel shaped, but not completely. My brother started screaming, "The world's ending!" over and over again. For some reason, my family was the only ones in Burger King to take cover. We ran into the bathroom to wait it out. Nothing happened to us, but it destroyed part of the town. [Some of these facts are from what my parents told me. I mostly just remember the huge black shape, my brother screaming, and hiding in the bathroom. And even then it seems more of like a dream than anything else.]