Earthquake

Yep, that's right. If you haven't already heard, a 5.9 earthquake shook the whole eastern seaboard from Clemson, South Carolina (shout out to @nargieminaj for her insight) to Toronto, Ontario, Canada around 1:50.

So, in ten years on the "10th Anniversary of the DC Quake" people will ask where you were. My response to that question will be that I was leaning up against the pool bathroom wall talking with @jgahima and my little neighbor, Tommy. I felt the building sway, and my first thought was that there was a very fat lady in the shower. My second thought was that a couple was having sexual intercourse in the women's room shower.

Tommy ran, and it was only a matter of seconds before I grabbed Jordon and my Sperrys and ran to the middle of the pool deck, away from any bricks. The operating lifeguard, Heather, thought the pump had exploded and was walking over to the pump room to examine when the climax of the quake hit.

My mom had been bugging me to blog these past coupled of days, but I had nothing to blog about. After the 5.9er hit, I knew exactly I had to give my opinion on it. In sixth grade (2006-07), there was a smaller quake in Annandale which I thought was cah-razy! But now after surviving this shake, I realize that was nothing (truth be told, I didn't actually feel that quake).

To tell the truth, I was honestly still shaken around 2:30. I tweeted and retreated 17 times all in roughly two hours about the earthquake. The phone lines were down, and I couldn't send texts. For a 21st century kid, that was pretty scary.

Living so close to 395, about 10 to 15 minutes after the initial hit, I heard sirens going to rescue people who had finally gotten a call through to 911 emergency services. About five minutes after the earthquake, someone had created a Facebook page for surviving it.

Thanks to @CloMolo for the picture!