Lovely Lane to Nowhere

Just stop me for a moment as I gape at the hurricane's potential landfall and its margin of error.
Remind me again what tomorrow is.
The 29th of August, really? The third anniversary of Katrina?
Really.

How ironic that we need strip our walls of its paintings, hoard our pictures in shoeboxes, pack our lives away...

How ironic that I indulge in freshly-baked, homemade chocolate chip cookies and the lickings of a chocolate cake batter along the bowl and the whisks.

Normality is procrastination. Yes, I'll construct myself a little transparent box of normality through the procrastination of my graphic organizer analysis of Kennedy's speech and my thirty two problems of Calculus homework.

No, I won't forget Regina Spektor's "Loveology," or Coldplay's "Warning Sign."

Hurricane Gustav Survival Kit:
-Franny and Zooey by J.D. Salinger
-U.S. History AP binder, to begin studying for SAT II
-iPod (stocked with Tegan and Sara, Coldplay, Voxtrot, The Shins, M.I.A., and the first episode of Hey! Arnold)
-Seasons 1-3 of The Office
-Nintendo 64 Game Console and Diddy Kong Racing, Mario Kart, Zelda Oricana of Time
-shoebox of sentimentalities
-copies of college application essay questions
-journals/sketch diaries/empty papers and full pens

I'm Sorry, Mr. Apollo 13 Calculus AP-happy-teacher, neither of my Calculus textbooks will make it to the packed-to-the-brim car. My stomach full of baked goods occupies much of the space, and my clashing, swirling thoughts fight for every other cubic millileter of air within the vehichle.

Send me where you may, Lord, that my dreams never die.