I stayed out of school sick yesterday and I know I should have blogged then but I was really actually sick. So now i have a butt load of homework and i am still blogging. Why, you ask? because i love to blog and I want to. David and i are friends again, i think. It's still difficult not to try and beat his ass every time i see him. I scream and kick stuff when i know that nobody can see me. But, over all, it is better. Better than thinking he didnt care about me or anything having to do with me. Not that great of a step up but it is something at least. I need to go out and rent the movie, The Wizard of Oz, for my Sociology class. I missed yesterday when we watched most of the movie. We have to analyze and isolate certain societial traits from the movie. Things like moral orientation, values, norms and mores. Not that hard but all but immpossible if you havent ever seen the movie, like me. Mmm, tomatoe soup and oyster crackers. Mother made me the soup cause I still feel sick. I should stop blogging right here. I have so much homework and I have to watch that movie and I need to check the rest of my email. I have so much to do but I am still just sitting here and blogging. I still have my blog standards to uphold. Such as a minimum of how much I should write. This is not enough yet. Stupid of me to enforce such a standard on my creative and journalistic writing. In other words, i am still procrastinating. Knowing I should go do my homework but still not doing it . . . is this deviant behavior? Perhaps it is . . . perhaps. Seriously though, I do need to go and do that but I feel like I still have something to say. Probably because my head is all full of what to do about David thoughts. And my muted feelings on the events of two years ago. I feel really selfish to be thinking about my personal life on the anniversary that so many other lives were lost. I guess I don't really feel much about anything such as the events of 9/11. I know that this was a terrible tragedy but it honestly does not hit home for me. I see pictures and I hear stories and I know I should feel a lot worse than I do but I don't. I guess i won't understand something as huge as this for a long time. Unless I'm a sociopath and dont understand the pain of others like i should due to a synaptic failure... just a thought...

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