Remembering 9/11

Ten years ago, on this day, a terrible tragedy occurred. Four airplanes were hijacked by an extremist Muslim group named al-Qaeda, a total of 19 of them were directly responsible for the hijacks, all of whom died. Two of the airplanes, American Airlines flight 11 and United Airlines flight 175, were flown into the World Trade Center, also known as the "Twin Towers" completely destroying it. About two hours after the planes crashed into the towers, both collapsed, causing massive amounts of debris and dust to spread outward in New York City, New York. As a result of this attack, 2,606 died in the towers and on the ground, 411 of which were emergency workers.

A third plane, American Airlines flight 77, was hijacked and flown into the Pentagon in Arlington, Virginia. A total of 125, fifty-five of which were military personnel, were killed in the crash.

A final fourth plane, United Airlines flight 93, was hijacked and crashed into a field near Shanksville, Pennsylvania, after its passengers attempted to take control before it could hit its intended target, the Capitol building in Washington D.C. All 40 people, not including the hijackers, perished on the ill fated flight. In total, 2,977 people died, 246 of whom were the planes passengers, perished in this terrible tragedy.



When all of this happened, I was in band class in I think the sixth grade. We were let out early because of this and at the time, I was happy, because I didn't know what happened and I got out of school early. When I got home, my father was there and he explained what was happening, and I felt disgusted with myself for being happy. Unfortunately, I don't remember where my mother, sister, or brother were.

I would just like to ask you if you are reading this, to take a moment of silence for those who died on that fateful day ten years ago.

Eye Doctor

I had an eye doctors appointment today, and I cant really see too well. See ya later, maybe

It's So Frustrating

Today I realized how frustrated I am with myself, I just can not bring myself to care about others, feel sympathy, or relate to others. I am frustrated that I can not understand what others are feeling, I feel so selfish. I am frustrated because I can not help anyone because I don't understand these things, which leads to me not caring. I like helping people, but without understanding, I don't know what to do. I have met people who have been abused, who have been molested, or have mental illnesses; but I just can not feel any compassion or bring myself to care. I wish I could help.... so much.

Pity parties

Let me start out by saying I mean no offense to anyone, but sometimes I get annoyed when someone is telling me a sob story. Its annoying because I can't understand what their problem is. Lately I have been sitting in a group, watching, and there has been at least two people who are pretty much constantly crying. I find myself thinking "God, stop crying, get over it," I won't name anyone or talk about their problems. I could never be a psychologist, I have a hard time understanding their sides, I do try to understand them, but I have never experienced what they have gone through. I get angry at myself because I can't bring myself to care or pity them, I don't know how to respond. Instead of the appropriate responses, I just smile or laugh, roll my eyes when no ones looking, and this tends to hurt peoples feelings.

Thoughts of the past (part 2 other schools )

I was thinking of friends from my past, mostly from other high schools, like NWHS or DHS. One such friend who is one of my better friends, although a lot of people have asked my why, is B. I first met B when I joined troop 1**5, he was technically an older boy and a role model I guess. After a while, we would hang out outside of boy scout activities, like we would ride mountain bikes on a course near his house. Another time we went into the woods near my house with some of his pellet guns, and I'm not trained like he is by the AR, so I'm not that good, I'll admit it, but the funny thing is, one time when I was running away, shooting behind me, I actually hit him between the eyes, luckily i missed his eyes. Mind you, he is, or at least he was the last time i saw him, very physically fit, so when I accidentally hit between his eyes, he kicked the crap out of me. Funnily enough, I'm pretty sure that same day he t-boned a car with me in the passengers side of his truck. On the down side, he isn't the smartest knife in the drawer, and is very much... active...i guess you can say. Which leads people to question my association with him a lot, but I just respond that he has good qualities as well, and we have fun hanging out.I am very fortunate to still be in relative contact with him, via instant messages and text messages, well, not text messages much lately, I have been having trouble with my phone lately. Another friend of mine whom I also met in the scouts was B, and when we first met, we HATED each other, but I cant remember why. Now we are like best friends or something and I don't remember how that happened either, I actually went on a fifty mile bike ride with him, his father, and B, to help him finish up the last merit badge, I think the last, before he could get his eagle, which was cutting it close, like a week or something before his eighteenth birthday, which is the cut off for boy scouts. Once again, I am fortunate to still be in some form of contact with him as well. A third friend I made in the past was a girl named S, who went to the same school as B. She was a pretty girl who was about a year or two younger than me, and we really met in the venture crew she pretty much ran, but I might have met her at an earlier time, but I don't remember (sorry S if your reading this (doubt it, no one reads these things besides family)). To be honest, I probably would never had done some things if she hadn't pushed for it, like the venture crew trip to the Bahamas, or going/working at wilderness emergency survival/first aid thing. I am glad I had the pleasure to have last seen her at her house at a party, which I don't remember what it was for, but me R, B, and her hung out in her hot tub while the adults were upstairs socializing, while we just hung out and chatted as well. Unfortunately I haven't really had contact with her in recent years as well. Like I said last time, if I have forgotten about you, don't feel bad, leave a message or something to get the creative juices flowing....that still doesn't sound right. oh well, see you tomorrow....maybe.

Thoughts of the past (part 1 SV)

While in the car on the way home from San Antonio, I got to thinking about the past. Mostly about friends from high school, and after school  activities. I remember one of my more favorite friends, his name is R, and we spent a moderate time together, mostly because we were in the same boy scout troop, had similar class schedules sometimes, and were both on the marching band. I would like to think that I had a standing invite whenever he threw a party after football games. We actually passed our board of review for the eagle rank at the same place at the same time, me beating him by about five minutes, so technically I was the first from my year (those who joined with me) to get my eagle, followed by R. R was at first a little on the large side, but he eventually thinned down and put on muscle when he joined the fire fighter academy or something. Another friend of mine who went to high school with me was H, who was in similar classes as me sometimes as well. We were both on the swim team for all four years, in the marching band for all four years, and hung out outside of school a few times. Like one time we went to a laser tag place with a bunch of other friends, I think R was there as well, and we chatted a little, like one question was about the size of gi .... ahem, never mind, lets just move on from there. Anyway, she was a very pretty girl, and I assume she has retained her attractiveness, unfortunately I sort of lost contact with her in recent years, except for the occasional facebook message. A third friend from high school was M(L) her name was M but everyone called her L. She was incredibly smart and was on the marching band as well. She was very pretty and funny, we had this little game during football games were i would do her favors or say something nice and she would give me brownie points, which now that I think about it, I never got a prize for all those points. As with H, I unfortunately have had little to no contact with her in recent years. Another friend of mine was named C, we went to the same church and were on the same troop for boy scouts, his father was pretty important in both places last I knew. C and his father actually invited me to go to a NCAA lacrosse quarterfinals match in Baltimore, I think Duke and Johns Hopkins were there, which was incredibly fun, and afterwards, we ate at an ice cream place. We also celebrated his 18th birthday i believe, in the bahamas during a sailing high adventure trip for venture crew.   On said trip, his father actually fell over board, while we were docked by the way, trying to rescue a part to the coffee maker pot, its an adult leader thing. C was always tall and lanky since I knew him, I assume he hasn't changed since I last saw him, which was a few years ago. If I forgot to mention anyone who was my friend in high school, TOO BAD, just kidding, I apologize, I just forgot to write about you, if its that important, send me a message to inspire my thoughts....that sounded sketchy for some reason. Anyway, stay tooned for part two, lol.

Labor Day Weekend

This weekend my parents and I spent time in San Antonio. We arrived at the hotel and went out to eat at a saloon type restaurant off of E. Houston. After lunch we went to see the Alamo, and to be honest, overrated, it was smaller than I expected and was in the middle of the city when I thought it was outside the city limits. After the Alamo, we had dinner on the "River walk" basically a flea market on a river with a lot of restaurants as well. Today, we went to a very flamboyant church is all I can say, We spent all day also celebrating the ninetieth birthday of my deceased grandmother's brother on my fathers side. After we left him at his home, we had steak dinner at my fathers cousins house. There my father proceeded to a few too many glasses of wine and get into political arguments. Tomorrow we plan on going home.