20 minutes - 1

so it's nine o clock and I'm writing. I'm going to write for twenty minutes today. Let's see how long this gets. I don't really know what to talk about, and I'm not planning on editing much out of here. It is incredibly windy outside. It's been cloudy and stormy for most of the day and the wind is howling outside.

I always worry about tornados. I'll never forget camping with my grandpa between seventh and eighth grade... or was it eighth and ninth? Either way, we were in ohio and there were tornados on the horizon. I remember seeing three tornados in the distance, marring the sunset. I was so afraid but I do not recall my granddad seeming the slightest bit concerned.

I wouldn't let the tornados out of sight until it was dark. That night a wild cat came into the motor-home. At this time, my grandpa and his wife were traveling around the country in a motor-home with two cats. One of the exterior cargo areas had interior access so they would prop it open and that was the kitty door. That was how the wild cat got in.

The domestics were no where to be found and the feral cat found itself "stuck" in the driving area behind the curtain. It was bounding and lurching and pounding it's head against the windshield. All the while giving off its natural sounds for frustration and confusion. It sounded like an air-raid.

And that's what I think about when I see storms blowing in or hear the wind howling through the trees, rattling my windows. Wild cats and tornados.

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With my remaining eleven minutes I'd like to state how gall-darned excited I am for this summer. I've just completed my first YEAR back in college, which means I have about enough credits to be considered a sophomore and a half, but just about everything upwards of 30 is practically worthless.

I went to school three times before this. [suddenly] It's really pouring outside...

Sorry, interrupted by heavy rainfall. I do love the rain. times up. =)