My Twenty-Something Quasi-Soap

so here we are, kids...12:30 on the morning of the 11th...the day that no longer needs description or explanation for anyone over the age of 7. when you think about it, one year ago right now, the US was sleeping and no one even considered that we would wake up to the longest, craziest year of our lives. and you know what's crazy? i'm paranoid. i, of all people, am paranoid of what's going to happen when i get out of my bed tomorrow and get ready for class. i probably would have been fine if i hadn't been watching MSNBC earlier today...the whole news about bumping up the terror alert to "high." but andre brought up a very good point: there's going to be sooooo much extra security everywhere tomorrow...anyone who would try to attack us again on today would be pretty damn stupid. that al Qaeda guy who "tipped us off" is probably having fun knowing that he's fucking with our heads and making all of us paranoid. you know, running scared and hid