2001-09-15 - 12:12 a.m.
twelve twelve, eh?
im having trouble typing/spelling. computer neglect. diary neglect.... what a fucked up week it has been.
i really dont know what else could happen that could make this week even weirder, but i suppose that its possible.
it IS a fucked up world, yes, matt. our world is crashing down, yes. alexis cried all tuesday morning, yes. she was obviously not the only one. she doesnt know what to think, or how to act. she feels tied to the matter, but is scared to cry about it. she doesnt want to feel helpless anymore. shes so damn attached to the name of her country, that she tears up during the pledge and has to leave the room during the natl anthem. she gives blood, and she tears up at the sight of all americans, coming together, standing in line. we were all together. its cheesy, yes. but we were united. a common bond that none of us have made or can break. i am bonded to these people that surround me. i am sentimental, and hopeful, and proud. proud, yes.
and then the lightning. that wasnt lightning, that was the apocalypse. i had to call dave bc i thought that the world was gonna end, and i wanted to be talking to him if/when it happened... but it didnt... unless we are all like in "the others." its definitely possible.
i am definitely exhausted too. about to crawl into that futon. hmm, the last time i was in the futon? yeah...
i wanna talk about dave, but ill save it for myself. theres just nowhere id rather be.
take care kids, and everyone.
