Flooded @ MindSay 
Before I explain myself, let's start things off with a few random quotes:
"I reject your reality and substitute it with my own!" -- Mythbusters
"Trust the smoke." -- Me
"Inexplicably, I am wearing chain mail." -- also from Mythbusters
"That's no flying saucer, that's my ass!!" -- Bender from Futurama
"It reaches out in all directions, like a confused octopus." -- Narrator on Discovery Atlas: Brazil
Momma: "Why are you checking it again?"
Daddy: "Well now I'll check it a third time, just so you have something to say about it."
Momma: "All right, smartass."
"Pants!!" -- Alex, one of my roommates
"That's the table from Mariner's; get that out of here!" -- Mr. Richardson
Me: "Ok, so here's me, and here's Ian..."
Ian: "Why am I the pepper?"
Me: "Because I want to be the salt."
*later in same conversation*
Jenny: "I bet he was coming to pepper your chicken."
*in a discussion about building a huge pond in our backyard*
Momma: "Why does it have to be that close to the back of the house?"
Daddy: "What else am I going to do with the yard?"
Momma: "Well, I was thinking that one day we might have grandchildren who want to come over and play in the backyard, and I don't want to worry about them falling in that pond if they want to play baseball or football."
Daddy: "They can play boat-ball!"
*pause*
Momma: "You're so full of shit, Joe."
*giggles* :p
Now to explain the title: I came back to my apartment after class to find that my bathroom floor is covered in water. It's pouring down rain outside, there's no visible leak in my ceiling (plus I live on the first floor), so I am left to assume that either some pipe is leaking, or the water is seeping up from underground. Cuz nowhere else in the apartment is flooded, that I know of. And my bedroom is fine, as far as I can tell.
Well, at least it's in the bathroom. That way I can just wring stuff out over the tub or the toilet. But still. Now I know better than to lazily leave a pile of clothes on the bathroom floor. =P
In other news, let's end this post on a humerous note. Here is the latest band email from Mr. Richardson, sent out yesterday in regards to today's rehearsal:
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Subject: Monday Musings
1) In the event of rain during the afternoon, we will rehearse inside the CAPA building. Stay tuned for further updates.
2) Please do not call asking if we are having rehearsal.
3) We will rehearse even if it is raining.
4) Tomorrow's rehearsal will be indoors should precipitation occur.
5) There is no Monday Musing number five.
6) A good music rehearsal is just what the doctor ordered to cure a case of rain.
7) In the unlikely event of sunshine, rehearsal will be at the practice field.
8) By the way, please do not call, e-mail, write, shout, telegraph, inquire by way of carrier pigeon, or in any other manner ask if we are indeed holding rehearsal on the morrrow (that being Monday) -- the answer is a resounding YES.
Cheers! KR
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*snickers* :p
Well, that's all I have to say at the moment. I will be here until 2:30ish, then I'm going to send a carrier pigeon to find out if we have rehearsal today. ;)
Until next time,
TheFallenAngel
it was pretty depressing.
just to see all the destruction. its shocking, and you dont get the full scale of it all until you go there.
everything in the flooded areas was destroyed.
im going to post a few pictures, because im just so.. blown away.. by the destruction, i couldnt talk to you about it.
and im sure you all know the story of how the leeves broke and such.
but ONLY MAN MADE CANALS caused problems. lake ponchatrain, the mississippi and the other bayous were perfectly fine.
we went on a guided tour of the flooded areas. i wanted to see it and hear the story of what happened to these people. the tour guide, isabelle, had so much love for the city that she feels she has to tell this story and the people of NOLA need to get their stories told. she started her own tour company and drives people around in a van to show them the areas. shes been getting a lot of shit for "victimizing the victims" but i think she's doing a wonderful thing. because of her, residents of the 9th Ward got commercial tours outlawed in that area. but she took some journalists from all over the world around in there for free to tell the world what happened. and the guy sitting next to me was an engineer and was surveying destroyed houses in the disaster zone and he knew so much about it. it was inredible.
there are incredible legal issues to deal with since peoples property got washed away and everyone is scattered. if your boat is on my roof do i have to wait for you to come before i can remove it?
if your house is in the middle of the street can FEMA move it or is it still your property?
i took at least 150 pictures but these are my favorites.
i thought that was pretty incredible.
the people in these communities were so tight knit and they got scattered everywhere.
the garbage means these people gutted their house and that means theyre coming back.
see look! house in street!
MR BUSH, WHERE ARE YOU SLEEPING TONIGHT?
yeah theres a shrimp boat on someones house...
a relief organization.
see those blue FEMA roofs? that means people have come back.
aww bubba gump shrimp! yayy!!
i like that picture from a photography stand point and i thought id share it with you.
thats probably my favorite picture of all of them. it shows so much hope and perserverence in the people of New Orleans. those people have suffered a lot, but they still have hope. some of them dont though, some of them are just like "this is to much for me to handle" they sell their house and they leave. but not everyones like that. there are so many people that want to see that city at its full glory again. it will take a lonnng time, but that city will return. it has before. it can again.
hahah on a lighter note, my favorite dress store in the french quater was open!!!
ahh i was sooo happy to see that! and of course, i helped the local economy and bought some cute dresses. 
a little bit of uhh, retail therapy? hahahahahahah. im just kidding.
im trying really hard to be positive here. im sorry if that little joke offended anyone. really i am.
normallly i dont care if i offend people but this is different. so much destruction.
but the quater was so eerily quiet that night. well, it was quiet for the quarter. and there were more cops than people on burbon street! haha not really but still. you could get a table at cafe du monde with out having to wait.
it was crazy. but the beginets were still fabulous!
hmm wow. new orleans has a long way to go.
but i want that city to come back. i really really do. my dream is to go to Tulane and get a job in a little dress shop in the quarter. wooww that would be the life.
its on its way, these things just take time.
im sorry if me posting pictures of the destruction offended anyone. im not trying to exploit these people. i just think thier stories need to be told. how else are they going to get the help they need? even after its off the news these people still need help. i swear to god, ill go and rebuild every house myself if thats what it takes.
okay. im exaggerating. but i love that city and want it to come back okay??
im sorry if im offending anyone. BUT IF YOU THINK IM BEING DISRESPECTFUL I DONT WANT TO HEAR IT. *see below*
but im not sorry if your depressed. it is depressing, but there is hope.
UGH THAT REMINDS ME. i was talking to nick about this and he was like "since you've got family there you should show some fucking respect" and then i asked him how i wasnt and he doesnt respond and then signs off. hmm wtf? idk ill myspace message him or something. i could rant about how pissed off i was but i wont. more important things to talk about than him.
he said i'd be better off with someone else.
but i wasnt.
now hes all bitter and angsty,
and im all alone.
mmhmm yeah. im a poetic genious eh? oh well. ill talk to you guys later.
I LOVE YOU AND IM GLAD TO BE HOME.
So i have the flu, got sick on sunday, and im tryna go to work today. I feel alot better since i kept working my muscles yesterday. I believe that the only quick way to get rid of most of the flu is to eat, drink work out and then rest alot. its so hard getting up when you got the flu, but then i ask myself, "Do you wanna stay like this for a whole week/" that's what motivates me to go on.
So my room is in the basement, and when i woke up on monday at 5 pm, my underware was floating away. I looked closer and my room was flooded, so it took me a whole hour to get ready, then i had to move stuff. Note to self never store anything in a cardboard box if it is going to be onb the floor. I got alot of plastic containers to store my stuff in and i rearranged my room and cleaned it all up by 10:30 pm. Then this mornin, i made sure everything was finished. I also had to take out the trash cans and the wet ruggs and everything to the curb, with the flu, i was sweating a lil. i wanted to sweat all that flu shiite out anyway. whew, nothin big tho.
Plus my girlfriend,applehead's head is decreasing bc of the stress her parents put on her, errr, i hate them so much. I was gonna get a tattoo, but imma wait, incase i need to give her blood or something, if anything happens to her, errrr. It hurts to see someone you love go through so much that they really don't have to go through, sigh...
ronin, out...
