puddle o mudd

there was a 5.8 earthquake and the epicenter was my humble chino hills. Yippee, the one time my suburbia gets any regional recognition for something other than excessive Starbucks or overpriced Japanese restaurants. My sister was alone at home, and while she is entering college next year and has all the noticeable characteristics of a 17 year old rebelw/ocause, she's still her 9 year old tiara clad runt in my mind. And for that 9 year old self to be forlorn atop shifting plates, scares me.

I want to know what she was thinking the instant it happened. To be alone in a 4 bedroom, 2.5 bathroom, 2 story house, your mom 80 miles away, your sister God knows where, what type of sordid speculations go through the mind of a teenage cynic. I wonder if she had a "this is the moment before I pass" moments, if she sifted through the memories of her life, and what she came up with.

blah blah. I'm pretty good at this procrastinating thing. It's what an active imagination does to already questionable work ethic. Anyways, i'm going to make it a point to write something here everyday, adieu till then