So the title means, rather appropriately, "storm and longing" in German. Storm. I had been sitting in my room alternately studying for Diversity, writing my fireworks position statement for speech, and watching episodes of NCIS to relieve stress. Neil called, so I decided to go for a walk to take a break, stretch my legs and get out of my dorm room. Good plan, huh? Well, it's been grey and windy all day, so I figured I would be alright, as long as I took my raincoat. I was all the way down the sidewalk and in the Crawford parking lot when the tornado sirens went off. Cue me: "Oh shit! Shit!" Neil says, "Is that the . . . tornado siren?" "Screw taking a walk! I'm going downstairs," I said, running back into the building. I found Heidi and Carissa in the lobby. "Call me back when it's over," Neil said, and we hung up. I wish I'd had my notes with me. It was hot and humid in the basement corridor by the laundry room. Carissa tried to quiz me since she took Diversity last semester, but we didn't get too much done. We just talked about law enforcement classes and how summer is going. The warning passed at about 20:45, so I went back to my room. If it goes off again, I'm bringing my Diversity notes with me! Longing. I called Neil back after the tornado warning passed. I'm so excited to see him this weekend! He told me that his family is celebrating Father's Day on Saturday. They're going to the Hubble House in Mantorville, then heading to Rochester to pick out lights since they're remodeling their kitchen. Funny. I thought I'd get to stay in Owatonna on Saturday. Even if I don't go with them (it's up in the air; Neil hasn't asked them about me going yet), I'll probably end up at Mayo all day with my parents. I'm not sure though. I feel like no matter how many times I go to family functions with them, I'm not welcome. It would be easier if Brian were there. But I don't think he's coming home. I think the reason Brian makes me feel like I belong but not Neil is because Neil treats me like a girlfriend (which is as it should be) but Brian treats me like a sister. It makes it easier to act like I belong, and acting like it convinces me that I actually do belong.