What does this mean?

Ok, so i have decided that the weather service is run by very twisted folks. Most of the time. This dawned on me last night during the news. There were frost warnings north of here and a frost advisory here. Why not a frost watch? I got thinking about that... Folks wouldn't do it. Ok, except my grandfather. He would have been out there with a shotgun keeping his eyes focused on his veggies and saying threatening things to keep the frost away. But, he's dead, so i guess he gets to watch frost from a whole other prospective now.
Those guys must know the implications of watches. They have to have heard of a bird watch. It's a tornado watch. Ok. Outside we go. Watch, watch, watch, far from tv and radio in the middle of a field. We discuss probabilities and throw up dirt to see if it does something weird that must mean one is coming. We watch the color of the clouds. But, we watch. Now, if the tornado shows up, they suddenly decide to change the watch to a warning and yell for everyone to run and hide. But, we're still outside watching. Same for thunderstorms, winter storms,...
I think that they are part of the news industry on purpose. They lure out unsuspecting literal folks who do exactly what someone tells them. (cut to me at 10. Mom: "Take the potatoes out of the oven." Me: "Ok." Mom after dinner: "Who left the oven on?" Me: "You didn't tell me to turn it off!") These people are the ones that all the reporters get to interview later. See how that works? The team needs people to interview about how terrible it was and what it looked like. They need victims who had to take shelter in ditches and dig foxholes in fields. They get the scoop because the meteorologists set it up. The reporters may already have people in mind before the weather event even happens.
Victims of frost just don't get the public's sympathy. "He just sat there all night next to the squash until his toes froze off?" It's just not something the public thinks of as compelling news. That's why it's an advisory and not a watch.

The Amazing and Stupendous First Post

First times are always so awkward and occasionally painful and embarrassing... With luck, this won’t be one of those.

I started this because the Garter Bearer suggested it in response to the weird stuff that is my life.

It’s all his fault. Blame him.

The song “Missed Me” by the Dresden Dolls is stuck in my head. If you know that song, that may worry you. But, this is my world, so it’s all about me - not you - so don’t run screaming assuming that I am a psycho bitch from hell just yet. We have plenty of time to get to that... It is stuck there due to a series of unfortunate... Wait, wrong movie.
It is stuck there because of a guy (who is much younger than myself and resembles, but is not Dominic Monaghan) that i went with over the summer when we were both in Canada. Well, you know the drill… he and i went to our separate homes, he swearing to keep in touch and using such words as “relationship” and i thinking “what the hell do guys think that means?” Evidently, it means not returning any form of attempted communication for almost two months and then sending an email that says: “Life has been busy, etc. Sorry I did not get back to you sooner. Would you please email me your home address so I can pay you back the money i borrowed from you. After that I think that our communication should stop. Thanks for this consideration and I will look for your address.”

Ok, correct me if I am wrong, but obviously communication never started, so what does ending it mean in this instance? Does this sound at all like those letters your mom used to make you write to thank people for the hideous sweaters you got as a kid? I thought, either he copied this from a book or his mom dictated. (i mentioned he was younger than me, right? about 20 years old to be more precise...)
Well, i wrote back to this boy and asked him for a brief elaboration, after which i would give him the address(for about the 4th time – he lost the other copies, I guess). He wasn’t getting out of it that easy damn it! So, the next day i get the following from his mother! Well, that confirmed the theory anyway. Also explained a lot of other stuff, i guess... But hindsight is like that. Her letter basically said: “Would you just please send your address so we can reimburse you. We've been trying for days to get (the boy wonder) to get that from you. As you are well aware, guys are a little behind in maturity, so (idiot boy) is not where you are, so I'd give it a rest if I were you and not feel that you are the problem. You sound like a real smart girl and we wish you the best.”

This brings up several questions. We’ll get to those. First off, though, yes I did send the address to her, after explaining that I had responded to his polite form letter, asking him to elaborate slightly in return for my address. I told her he already had it somewhere, anyway, and that I had hoped that forcing him to respond would get him to take a little bit of responsibility for his life, which was obviously something he lacked (I can be so businesslike when I am pissed). I also said: “It was probably still too subtle, though. Besides, he now got you to do it for him. And he got the address without having to actually take responsibility for anything. So, again, he learns nothing except how to get others to pick up after him. And that is a shame. But, he would not be replying anyway, so at least this will give you some peace of mind. Which is the only reason i am not going to wait and try to force the issue with him to see if he could actually grow up a little as a result.”

A not-so-subtle attack on her little over-involvement, but I thought I played nice.

Then I read the note again and the questions i mentioned started to circulate in my brain:
Have his parents read all of those emails? (the “nice girl” stuff)
Did they see the Spongebob panty pictures? (could they have said nice or girl if they did?)
How many of these letters have they sent to other of his "nice girls"?
What the hell is wrong with this guy that she isn’t telling me?
Did they see the pictures? (this became the most important question)

I don’t know the answers and probably never will… It may be better that way.
And that is why the song is stuck in my head. You don’t have to fear me. But get a clue boy really needs to figure that shit out before that little scenario comes crashing down on his head. But it won’t be me who does that. I don’t have the time or energy to waste on it.

I have never had anyone have their mom help them break up with me… Heck, he’s only the second guy to ever break up with me at all. The first one was the “going away to college” obligatory thing. That was a long time ago. So, this was the thing that outdid all the other crap that happened so far this week. It ain’t over yet, though… Ye be warned.

And another thing:
I had to type this damn thing twice, so the original, which was better, is lost because blogger went down for maintenance without warning. Didn’t even save my draft. Argh!

Friggin’ technology crap stuff…