Okay, so it's...yeah.
Sep. 11th, 2002 05:17 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Well, I'm here.
Only a few people were wearing black. A few more had red/white/blue combos.
My school's memorial service sucked. The student speaker had the nerve to say that he "was personally affected, probably more than anyone else here" due to being evacuated from his home for a few days. Nick's mom fucking died, asshole. A dusty apartment does not a sob story make. He also used words like "Armageddon" and "stench of death" and "love of our country" and "God," which lose him major brownie points in my book. Bah. Feh.
Haven't cried yet. Last year, was too shocked to cry. Today, too detached. Most of my friends are. We stood around in a circle and talked about how we didn't feel anything, and isn't it weird how out-of-towners feel more emotionally affected than we do.
Union Square was too crowded. I don't like to look at the memorials, anyway.
I refuse to turn on the TV. I've seen that footage already. And the smoke.
Those military helicopters are gonna give me a freakin' heart attack. The only thing that's changed: I still look up when I hear them.
Almost no New Yorkers actually want to talk about it, you know. Wake me on the 12th.
Only a few people were wearing black. A few more had red/white/blue combos.
My school's memorial service sucked. The student speaker had the nerve to say that he "was personally affected, probably more than anyone else here" due to being evacuated from his home for a few days. Nick's mom fucking died, asshole. A dusty apartment does not a sob story make. He also used words like "Armageddon" and "stench of death" and "love of our country" and "God," which lose him major brownie points in my book. Bah. Feh.
Haven't cried yet. Last year, was too shocked to cry. Today, too detached. Most of my friends are. We stood around in a circle and talked about how we didn't feel anything, and isn't it weird how out-of-towners feel more emotionally affected than we do.
Union Square was too crowded. I don't like to look at the memorials, anyway.
I refuse to turn on the TV. I've seen that footage already. And the smoke.
Those military helicopters are gonna give me a freakin' heart attack. The only thing that's changed: I still look up when I hear them.
Almost no New Yorkers actually want to talk about it, you know. Wake me on the 12th.