DENIAL!

Ben is in DENIAL about the tornado coming to Austin. I'll prove him wrong...

We already bought brownie mix and water, luckily - all of the food is disappearing off the shelves at the HEB, and you have to go to a lot of places before you can find any water.

Yet we don't get Friday off.

Darn.

Since the fifth grade is at the outdoor school, my friend Rachel (see picture) is freaking out because her brother Avi is there. Plus, she has reason -- last time there was a storm in Austin, all of her upstairs windows blew in and made a huge mess on their carpet, not to mention the glass scattered everywhere.

"Why brownie mix?" you may ask. Well, I'll tell you. Ever since the 19(99?) tornado that came through, we've waited for another one. During that tornado, mom bought so much brownie mix that we all nearly went sick from eating all those brownies.

But they were really good.

So now, we get to relive that moment with a happee brownie. Tali cleaned out the closet (oh, I just told her thank you, aren't I a good sister?) and we put some tuna in there, just in case we can't go out for a while.

Rita (if you haven't heard) has hit category 5. Wow. The new kid from New Orleans, Eric, is very lucky that he didn't evacuate to Galveston or Houston or Corpus Christi, because they've all got mandatory evacuation. There will be deaths, I'm sure of it. Even if I don't want to be.

Austin will be PACKED. Dad's going to be working overtime (again) with all the evacuees from New Orleans and Houston AND Corpus AND Galveston. Yet we will still get wind.

Does this mean new kids in our class from the Houston JCC? I do hope so; I like new kids.

Rachel SteinB visited school yesterday, handing out little toyish-thingymadoodles. Except I knew what one thing was -- Dor and Noah got ties, and they wore them all day long. Dor's had Homer Simpson on a pile of cola cans. Noah's was just plain boring.

But I got this nice Gucci keyring thing, but I evilly double-gifted and gave it to mom for the mail key so she could keep the AC on whenever we have to get the mail out of that stupid communal mailbox.

I feel like I'm in communist Russia whenever we pick up the mail.

Anna was reading me Angus, Thongs, and Full Frontal Snogging on the phone because she's out of her mind, but then mom make me get off the phone so I could clean a bit more. I had forgotten to clean off the counters, so she had a reason. But I did clear up that mess of a mess of a mess of a playroom.

I don't even know why I write, nobody reads it.

Why bother?

Why not?

Whatever. I'm reading Wurst Case Scenario which is very, VERY funny, it should be happiness on earth. It's about a vegan who goes to college in Wisconsin. AKA, Dairyland. She's funny. And self-centered, but what the heck.

Jared called. I didn't call him back. I should be disciplined.