stuffed myself full of kfc (mmmmm....chicken....) and now i'm watchin a movie. enjoying some lemonade....hee hee hee.....glad to be going to class tomorrow, even if i have to get up early in the morning. geez, what a day. at least we've got mtv back, and for once it's all videos all the time. then the videos got old, so we watched pop up brady bunch episodes (brady bunch + pop up video). how ironic that they're calling it the "un-real-a-thon"...they've been doing it all summer, and now it's actually kinda cool. i feel bad for tuning out so much and pretending that this all isn't real, but what am i supposed to do? watch endless replays and listen to the same questions with no answers all over again? hell no. i have to let this all sink in first. it's amazing to see all of the things that everyone has to say right now. everyone's running around quoting Nostradamus....scary shit. i've gotta look that guy up now, read more of it, make some more sense of this. geez, a week ago, the big news was that aaliyah had been laid to rest, a bus crashed into mccormick hall and i was 48 hours away from the michael jackson concert. that all seems like forever ago. someday i'll talk about the concert, but i can't really think about it now. it's kinda hard to think about the days when we were all happy and oblivious to the impending danger around us. it's like we've been reborn into this new age of fear and sadness and anger....we don't know what will happen tomorrow and tomorrow. we don't know if life will ever return to normal. and that is the scariest thing ever. knowing that it will be a long time before anything is ever normal. hell, what is normal? nobody knows anything anymore....well, before i get too depressed and i drag you all with me, i shall depart and go to bed. day 2 is finally over and i await tomorrow with....who knows? g'nite all.
Dear Dad, Who knows why I'm putting this in my ancient blog? Why I'm posting it to the internet. Shouting into the void and simultaneously preserving this forever. I guess it's the easiest way to get my thoughts down. Typing can be easier than writing, and it helps me get the words out faster without editing myself. I think about you every day, and I feel like I have more questions than answers, Something moved me to fire up the blog and write, so here I am. It's been a little over seven months since you've been gone. Thinking about the days and months and years leading up to that point feel like a temporal version of the Stations of the Cross. I don't know where the Beginning of the End actually sits in that timeline, but Christmas feels like a good starting point. The last Christmas that we all spent together. Did the tree fall down at all that year? If it didn't, was it a sign that we missed? My birthday dinner in Newark: Mom usually covers the check,...
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