I woke up around 9:15 AM today to tornado sirens. I decided that, since it wasn’t raining yet, it would be okay to go back to sleep.

My roommates were up already and turning on the news and discussing tornadoes and the like, so about ten minutes later, I got up, since the sirens had actually turned on again. Within five minutes, we were informed that a long chain of storms ranging from the north pole to the south pole were about to tear through the earth, creating a chasm from the earth’s crust to its core. Winds would pick up Hinkle Fieldhouse and drop it into the Atlantic ocean. The storm was also touted to be capable of flooding the world ten times over, leaving us muddy and adrift until the End of Days.

We have a third floor apartment. I decided that the moment the power went out, we should probably go to the first floor or book it to the Dawg House laundry room, which is nestled in a hillside and fortified with concrete.

The Tornado Warning was issued and would last until 10:15 AM. It was time.

By now, Facebook was in an uproar about students being relocated to Jordan Hall’s basement and other various lower levels of the class buildings. Blue 2 was able to shepherd everyone to safety.

Sometime between 9:45 and 10, the red blotchy storm on the Storm Tracker landed right on top of Butler University. The power was still on, the sky was the color of a light overcast, but the wind and rain were really intense. For about five minutes.

Feeling like the rug had been pulled out from under me, I looked back at the TV. First of all, our power was still on. That is not the mark of a good storm. The weather radar showed the storm progressing past Indianapolis. Apparently, Armageddon Storm 2010 was not to be. At least, not on the Butler Bowl.

My friends back in Cincinnati had more exciting stories to tell. Apparently the skies down there were black, and a telephone pole caught on fire. Sigh. So much for an exciting Tuesday here.