Not Fun. Not at All.

I learned last night that I really do not find earthquakes fun. At 8:04pm, San Jose was struck by a 5.6 magnitude earthquake, and yes, I definitely felt it. It lasted for a good 15 seconds with eight small aftershocks. A few of our chatchkies fell off the television and I banged my knee on something in a rush to get to the doorway.

After it was over, I realized that the only thing I grabbed was my fella. I told myself many times that if disaster ever hit, I would grab my purse and the memory stick containing all of my homework. I guess those things just aren't so important after all.

You know, as much as I bitch and moan about my old-ass, out-dated apartment, it has survived some major earthquakes. At least I know I will be safe for the next two weeks I am here if another one hits.