Water: Wet?

I made a special icon, in anticipation of the large amount of severe weather we Floridians are almost certainly doomed to endure in the coming months.
And now, I will elaborate on why Gainesville (or rather, the whole evacuation business) sucked.

I hadn't had any sleep, having been awoken midway through my precious seven hours by family members who needed things done last minute. For instance: moving tables that turned out to be infested with bees.
Packing was done haphazardly, and we forgot a few rather important things-- umbrellas and cell phone chargers, most notably. Marc was upset that we forgot to pack his Ritz crackers. I swear he isn't usually that frivolous.
The Cavalier rattled disconcertingly once it reached seventy miles per hour, and continued to rattle for the rest of the trip. I was busy being tired and ill. Regardless of that, though, even if one feels stupendous, a six hour drive is never fun, particularly when one's brother-- who is going in a separate car-- incessantly berates one via cell phone for not driving as fast as him. Mother did the driving, but the fact that Marc expected us to pass everyone he was passing was just... annoying.
When we arrived at the hotel, we were told that our room was not ready yet. Marc, who had set the room up for us, was pissed. The rest of us were too tired to be pissed.
The four of us (myself, mother, Marc, and his girlfriend, Tasha), stayed in one hotel room with two double beds. This was exceedingly unpleasant, mostly because my mother snores like a cartoon character and I had to wear earplugs just to get some sleep. In addition, the hotel was situated at a large intersection less than a hundred feet away from a gas station; we also started to think that the fire station dispatch was somewhere nearby, after hearing sirens at least three times a day for three days. Marc and I were definitely not bundles of joy, but Tasha was like a rainbow spanning across the room the whole time; she was so happy and cute and energetic. It's possible that we would have killed each other if she hadn't been there.
The Weather Channel, like most alleged 'news' channels, has succumbed to sensationalism, and their reporting had us all on edge. Normally, we would watch the local news station for that sort of thing, but we were kind of not in PCB anymore, so there was no way for us to know what was actually going on out at the beach.
Then we got back, and there were three shingles missing from our roof. Marc's exact words were: "The house is OK, but there's shit all over the yard."

And, as promised, a bit about Gundam Wing.

It's a pretty great series-- I mean, it has giant robots with laser rifles-- but it has aged considerably, and I'm actually noticing the extensive usage of stock footage this time around. Also, Wufei starts out as a really big prick and I don't like him.
As somebody who never managed to catch all the episodes when they aired on Cartoon Network back in the day (lolz) but read a considerable amount of fan fiction, I am surprised at how much I like Relena. Fanon dictates that Relena is an evil creature who gets in the way of sweet, sweet, implausible yaoi pairings, or something, and I guess I must've read so much fanfic with her behaving like a twit that I wrote her off. She's insane during the first half of the series, though, doing all kinds of dangerous things, surprising her enemies so much that they're too busy going "Guh?" to attack her. She's kind of... stupid, in the sense of being reckless, and very naive, but I like her. At least until she turns into a Total Pacifism zombie. Then it's like, come on, Relena. Sometimes, you gotta fight for your right to party.
The Endless Waltz film had gorgeous animation, but that crappy Two-Mix song that kept playing was seriously ruining everything for me. I like Two-Mix, but this particular song was trash, and a highly effective mood-killer.