Today? Yeah, it was a good day. We had the first kiss today right by his spanish room. It was really sweet. I really don't want to leave him behind, but tomorrow I embark onto a plane bound for Orlando. I hate airplanes. I hate flying, airplanes, and heights. It has nothing to do with September 11, but I just hate flying. It's so unnatural. I mean, what if the pilot were like me? What if he was really disgruntled from having a bad day and crashed us somewhere?

I know it's probably disgusting, but I like looking at pictures of the September 11th crashes. I'd really like to go to ground zero and see the damage done before they build another damn tower. I don't think they should actually; build a new tower that is. I read somewhere that the borderline between the destruction and the rest of the building was actually 3 feet away from an open, untouched bible. God must be confused.

I kinda wish I could have taped the news that day. I was watching when the second plane hit the towers. I was watching when they fell down, and I cried.

I was in the 8th grade, sitting at my desk in American History with Hiedbrink, and completely awestruck at how fucked up the world really is. That day changed my life and now that I look back on it, it was for all the better. I realized that the world wasn't all sunshine and rainbows. Not everyone is all 'nicey-nicey'.

I really feel bad about Spain. What did Spain do? We've done so much. We've murdered thousands of innocent people. We've invaded Iraq, leaving their economic system in ruins and their governent ripped to shreds. Is this unpatriotic? Then so be it. America has crossed the line.

Arg! I'm turning this into a political blog! NO!

But have you ever done the folding twenty trick? It's really kinda cool. Go here to see it.