my hands are cold.
12:29 p.m. - 2001-09-14
hey everyone, it's been a while.
i try to not think about what happened on tuesday, but then i feel guilty about trying to push it out of my mind and wind up getting all emotional again. just keep listening to happy music...
i wonder if at any point, terrorists just stop whatever they're doing for a second and say, "dear god, what the hell am i doing?" because i don't really think anybody can be completely bad. and it's frustrating to think about, because i find myself wanting to grab them by the shirtcollars and ask them the question and wait there until i get an answer. i am also upset with the fact that foreigners here are being given a lot of grief about what happened, as though they were responsible. it's not their fault, obviously. they didn't want this to happen, and i'm positive that there are hundreds of good people from that country who aren't celebrating this chaos like some of their neighbors, but instead shaking their heads and praying for us. we're such a sad species. we're the only species intelligent enough to save ourselves from extinction, yet we pull shit like this. if you take a long look at it, it's almost as though we do these things because we're bored. and i know, i know, it's because of prejudice, allison. not boredom. anyway, it's something to chew on.
in other news, i'm going home on friday the 5th and i'm very excited about it. i had a dream last night that i was home, with my dog. it was great.
well, this entry is long enough. hope you're all okay.
allie