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Colorful and hopefully optimistic but maybe hateful occasionally

Lol, maybe! I guess an armed and dangerous guy causing the weather alert system to beep because of “a man” is sort of significant? When I retell it to people I usually make it funny. It’s just less funny after a helicopter has shown light at your house D:

We live in the woods, so now I’m thinking it was probably an accident on their part, lol

But I did say I had enough nightlights, so I don’t actually need their spotlight!
 
It may have left a dent — but it’s a community trauma and those are usually not as bad on the psyche. Unless you have a psychopath father who insists you aren’t allowed to talk to your mom after a tornado.

To be fair, my dad is TERRIFIED of storms. That guy would probably be a lot nicer if he had some therapy. Haha.

I wonder if he was effected by the last tornado ?

Also, no one got hurt in the end! The criminal thought about taking a hostage, but then he was like “nah they’d shoot me” so it worked out pretty well. No cops got hurt or killed either. It was surprisingly uneventful. Plus it turned out my mom and I had seen him in the grocery store parking lot looking sad in his car. Prisons don’t really feed people, so he was just going to restaurants trying to gain weight and not starve lol

Apparently bought a lot of ramen

(never get arrested in the US. I hear jail is okay at best but prison REALLY sucks)
 
I had a weird dream last night. I was in the bird/office room I made only the closet was empty and not blocked with stuff. I went in and there was a perfectly clean room with a bed in it. It was snowing outside. The hardwood floor was uncomfortable for my sleeping bag, but the floor was clean. So clean.
 
I think a child in me is insecure? It’s frustraung me. If I asked for advice on papers I write, then I get suggestions and that’s all I want, so I’m thankful and I move on. But something in me is begging to know if I did a good job, if I’m comparable to other classmates, or if I’m a failure? It’s upsetting me. That’s not move-forward-and-trust-yourself behavior. I don’t need to be told if I’m doing a good job or not.
 
So my mom and I were chatting. She read me a funny text she got and we were cracking up. She was telling me about something (I forgot what it was somehow, something about nerves) but then she told me that she had known one man — exactly one — in past who never, ever cried when he was kicked in the balls. Ever.

I thought about it. I told her that it seems likely that the dude just didn’t have testicles. And started to explain, but then I realized that she was crying with laughter.

Then she collected herself and said very softly, “It was your dad.”

Amazing.
 
Also I accidentally called my mom old! ?

We were in the checkout for dinner and the check came back 19.74. She got really happy (that’s the year she saw Aerosmith live) and said, “Ooh, we went back in time.”

I went, “Oh sweet! Why aren’t you younger?” And then, “OH WAIT” but she was already laughing at me D:
 

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