i don't know what to say. this is going to be one of these things, like people ask 'where were you when you heard princess diana died?'...where were you when you heard about the world trade centre? where was i? ha! i was at the bus-stop, going to school. i didn't really realise how serious it was until i saw pics of it and read an actual report. then in geo we watched the news...my teacher cried...in english the teacher told us all to study...we have exams tomorrow...but who can concentrate?? then school finished and i walked away from the carnage and stepped outside. into the sunshine and the flowers and the happy smiling people everywhere. it was so bathos. people continuing with their lives while halfway across the world others' are broken...and what did i do? i ended up running into a friend and going to their house where they attempted to teach me to dance and we ended up singing...ugh. the pentagon...they smashed into the pentagon...i feel sick. and i am nowhere near this. it has nothing to do with me. but it has still made an impact on me and everyone else and i still can't get that image of those people jumping out of the world trade centre out of my head...
