First journal. Yeah! Possibly my last journal. poo. There just so happens to be 2 tornado's by my house. My parents aren't home. shit. I'm stuck in a room with a sister who is making fun of this. dang. And now it just is a watch. Hm. I'm not exactly saying tornado's make me shit bricks, they just scare me because I can die from them. It's possible a tornado will tear apart my house (and me) like some frilly sheets that have been made by 5 year old. Sirens still going and dogs barking like there is no time left in the world ever to bark again. Found out my brother has Perez Hilton as a quick link on his Mac. Don't know what to think of this. Sister blowing entire thing out of wack. And that's all I can stand to type.