So it's looking like Hurricane Ivan is going to hit us in the next few days, and a lot of people are getting worried and whatnot. Me, I'm planning a hurricane party.
New Orleans is going to get hit a bit harder than Baton Rouge, so all of the schools there are already closed for the rest of the week; it's looking like we'll be out of class by Wednesday, which works in my favor because I have an organic chemistry test that night. My mom is probably going to hurricane-proof our house and home and come stay at my apartment, and she's promised to bring plenty of Pat O'Brien's Hurricane Mix.
See, the apartment complex where I live is designed fairly well for occasions like this. The buildings are arranged in a horseshoe, and the entire middle slopes downward so that too much rainwater just forms a lake in the middle of the place. Each individual building is also on a slight incline. And apparantly, two hurricane seasons ago, when Isadore and Lily both hit Louisiana, everyone who lived here at the time threw tarps down the slopes, covered them in dishwashing liquid, and played in the rain while the power was out. This is how things work at LSU.
I've honestly never been very intimidated by hurricane season. Anyone with half a brain in New Orleans has damn good flood insurance, and we get enough practice with this shit growing up that it never occurred to me to think of it as an actual threat. If anything particularly troublesome (like this one) comes along, you pack up anything irreplacable and head out. I used to adore getting to visit my aunt and uncle in Houston during hurricane days. When Andrew hit when I was a kid, we sat with our front door open and watched the wind blow.
Granted, I have heard some pretty fucked up stories about Hurricanes Betsy and Camille back in the day, and this season has been pretty hectic - I would not want to live in Florida right now - but I'm just going with it. No use getting all worked up over something that can't be changed.
Really, I suppose it's a good thing that I'm not easily intimidated, because one day I will be one of the people staying behind in the emergency room while everyone else starts evacuating.
My biggest concern right now is Alabama staying dry enough for the Auburn game this weekend.
My swimsuit is out already. Cowboy Mouth's "Hurricane Party" is on repeat. Bring on the alcohol.
nicole: 19-year-old LSU sophomore. biochemistry, pre-med. native new orleanian. starbucks barista. borderline alcoholic. addicted to facebook, red bull and vodka, and college football. a little neurotic, extremely indecisive, and often irresponsible.
So it's looking like Hurricane Ivan is going to hit us in the next few days, and a lot of people are getting worried and whatnot. Me, I'm planning a 
Granted, I have heard some pretty fucked up stories about Hurricanes Betsy and 
