[post title from Lo Fidelity Allstars "Battleflag"]

Finally, the rain has left us. Well, at least for today. We had somewhere around 23 days out of 25 where it rained. Monsoon-like rain. Some of these storms were accompanied by lightning. The other night, we had an atrocious thunder storm and the sky turned pink. I’ve never seen anything quite like it and decided to take a picture of the sky. And, interestingly enough, I just so happened to catch some lightning when snapping. [click for larger]

When I was 13, I was sitting at my desk in school and realized, out of nowhere, I didn’t feel well. It was a strange feeling. I wasn’t quite nauseous but I felt… crampy. Do you know where I’m going with this? I asked to use the bathroom and much to my dismay, I had gotten my period for the very first time. To make matters worse, I knew I had to go back into my classroom and ask to go to the nurse. On top of that, I was appalled to find out it [and by "it" I mean BLOOD] was all over my WHITE CORDUROY pants. So, I tied my cardigan sweater that I [thankfully] had decided to wear that day around my waist. Maybe I could pull it off without anyone knowing. Oh but wait, I am not that lucky. Upon entering the classroom and walking back to my desk, I was horrified to see blood all over my chair, completely with the imprint lines from my cords. I asked to go to the nurse and instead used the phone to have my Aunt come pick me up. The next day, when I returned to school, AS A WOMAN, my teacher said, “Oh Sherri, there is something all over your chair. Keith D. noticed it when he was putting your chair up at the end of the day.”  Great. So I calmly said, “Oh, yeah, that’s magic marker. One exploded in my back pocket.” And then I cleaned my chair with water and a brown paper towel. [My now older and germ-conscious self is still convulsing in terror.]

It was at that precise moment I realized that I don’t have the best luck. There’s 24 hours in a day and I had to get my period for the first time during the 7 hours that I am not at home? While wearing WHITE pants?

I don’t, however, want to say I have “bad luck” because my life could be much worse than what it is, so shhhhhh. Also, as I previously mentioned, I read The Secret and I’ve been working hard at rewiring my brain to think differently. It’s not easy and for a long time, I didn’t believe in the Power Of Intention. I’m about to tell you why I’ve changed my mind: Sending thoughts out into the Universe will indeed make them come true.

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[post title from Straylight Run's "Existentialism On Prom Night"]

Those that have read my blog [all two of you] for some time, know of my on-going problems with my next-door neighbors, The Messies. There is simply too much to re-cap, so if you’re new here, you can just click on the category to the right titled, “my neighbors = slobs” and catch up on stuff.

As I recently detailed, I spoke with Beastie Bev, The Messies matriarch. We came to an “understanding” of sorts. I told her to: Leave us alone. Live her life without intruding on ours. Show respect, get respect. It’s rather simple but apparently, due to all of the brain cells she has killed off by swallowing handfuls of painkillers, she never understood that is how things should be. Instead, living next-door to them has been nothing but constant issues, arguments, and disgustingness. Again, if you’re new to this blog, I highly encourage you to read about their on-going Bed Bug Infestation. [side note: I live in a nice area. I am so worried people will think I live in The Slums. There's nothing wrong with living in The Slums aside from it being, well, The Slums... so no offense to any slum dwellers.]

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