"Yeah, well, I hope your babies look like monkeys!"

[sunshine_queen]

Ivan ain't coming. This is good because it's a bad bad nasty storm and BAD because if I have school monday that means I have a big chem test and if we don't I don't have it until Friday. Oh, god, PLEASE. Tropical Storm force winds is enough to get school off, right? RIGHT?

So, today I woke up and got pretty and went to Tata's. Before going to Tata's, Mom and I watched some of 'Sweet Home Alabama' and both agreed that the dude (not the one she ended up with, but the friend) was so Will-like it was eerie.

Tata cut my bangs too short, but it's all good. She got prettier ('cause she's way pretty to start with) and then we were late to the game. Getting ready, we both paused and it dawned on us that it was September 11th. Didn't pause to think on it much.

The game was teh fun! It was my second football game, like, ever, but Jorge is (A) A quarterback (B) A kicker (?) and (C) The Captain of the Team.

Meaning Jorge rocks on.

And he's really good. And by the end of the game I was so in to it I was cheering along.

It was weird and rainy yet sunny outside, and  it was really hot, but we had a blast.

Jorge was really gross and smelly and he gave us hugs and then we were gross and smelly. We went to Blockbuster and got three movies, but for some reason mom decided I needed to come home so I only got to watch 'Romy and Michele', which, among being one of the funniest movies ever, has SIMON in it. And he's really, really hot.

Came home and showered.

And now, since no one is online, I'm dwelling on the fact that it's September 11th.

I remember it all really clearly, but I wonder if I wouldn't if I didn't have it written down. I wrote a diary, starting September 11th, sitting in the auditorium, waiting for school pictures to be taken. Seeing the same plane fly into the same building over. And over. And over.

I became friends with Becca that day.

I still can't reconcile with it. Every time it's mentioned, every time someone talks about it, no matter what, I always get upset. It doesn't matter that I didn't lose anyone personally, and I can't really explain it any better than that. I came across a book in the library, a novel, that had something to do with a girl losing her mother in the attacks and I slammed the book shut and rammed it back. I can't stand the idea of reading, for recreational pleasure, about it. It being mentioned in that Tiger Cruise on the Disney Channel? My sister watched it and I had to play music loudly, so loudly it drowned out the TV, and the one time I heard about tears come to my eyes.

The first year after it, my freshman year, I wound up crying during the montage they played during school, and every one was concerned, asking if I had lost someone or known someone or why on earth was I crying? They thought it was weird that I was crying because, the same as they did when I cried in school that very day.

Comments

[thepodsquad.livejournal.com]

I still don't under stand Reese's character turmoil in SHA. Hellooooo, really really really hot, cute Southern dude. Or some yuppie with brillo pad hair? Hmm, tough choice. Not.

Yay for nonBastard!Jorge rocking, nay for getting you yucky and smelly.

And too short bangs suck, but they'll grow quickly.

[puggywuggy.livejournal.com]

Haha, my mom got mad that she didn't choose the New York dude. "Patrick Dempsey is MUCH better looking than that OTHER guy. What was Reese thinking?!" :P

[xcoquette.livejournal.com]

That's from Romy & Michele.