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terrypurple73I don't even want to write. This week was going so, SO well. Even with some stresses thrown in, it was going well, especially with the Community. I have a journal entry started from Wednesday, and I was just feeling great. Then yesterday happened. Here are the new rules:
People I like and respect need to stop dying. (This means you, Paul Wellstone.)
Nine-year-olds who live across the street from me need to stop getting hit by cars as they dart back over to my house for a Friday afternoon pumpkin carving party. (This means you, Kevin.) (He's okay, I guess, but a very definitely broken leg.)
Those are the rules now, people. Got it? While we're at it, my housemates need to not be drunk, especially when everything else is messed up that day. (This means you, Mark.) And awesome APO activities need to be communicated better so that I can attend them. (This means you, Ollie Webb dance, aka something I was really looking forward to on this insanely busy weekend.)
If these rules were followed, I might be in a better mood. Mostly about the first two. The second two just added to yesterday's downness.
Mana is about one of the only people I feel like really talking with right now. Except for probably Epi and my parents.
We talked in my SWK General Practice class earlier this week about people's tendency to blame someone or something; my teacher said she thinks its an instinct a lot of the time. I found myself disagreeing with her, not really believing that was true all the time. I find myself today almost wanting someone to be angry with, because maybe it would be easier to be angry about something than to feel so sad about all this. Paul Wellstone's death makes me feel so incredibley sad; I can't even believe it's true. He counted . And Kev's accident feels so unreal, though I was outside, with everyone else who was at our FAC, so soon after it happened... The ambulance took him away, and you could hear him yelling. I think and know that we were all afraid this would happen sometime.... He never looks.
On a good note, Jessica and I carved a pumpkin that says, "PEACE." We lit it around sixish, and it was still lit around one this morning when I went to bed. That has to be a symbol for something, doesn't it?
People I like and respect need to stop dying. (This means you, Paul Wellstone.)
Nine-year-olds who live across the street from me need to stop getting hit by cars as they dart back over to my house for a Friday afternoon pumpkin carving party. (This means you, Kevin.) (He's okay, I guess, but a very definitely broken leg.)
Those are the rules now, people. Got it? While we're at it, my housemates need to not be drunk, especially when everything else is messed up that day. (This means you, Mark.) And awesome APO activities need to be communicated better so that I can attend them. (This means you, Ollie Webb dance, aka something I was really looking forward to on this insanely busy weekend.)
If these rules were followed, I might be in a better mood. Mostly about the first two. The second two just added to yesterday's downness.
Mana is about one of the only people I feel like really talking with right now. Except for probably Epi and my parents.
We talked in my SWK General Practice class earlier this week about people's tendency to blame someone or something; my teacher said she thinks its an instinct a lot of the time. I found myself disagreeing with her, not really believing that was true all the time. I find myself today almost wanting someone to be angry with, because maybe it would be easier to be angry about something than to feel so sad about all this. Paul Wellstone's death makes me feel so incredibley sad; I can't even believe it's true. He counted . And Kev's accident feels so unreal, though I was outside, with everyone else who was at our FAC, so soon after it happened... The ambulance took him away, and you could hear him yelling. I think and know that we were all afraid this would happen sometime.... He never looks.
On a good note, Jessica and I carved a pumpkin that says, "PEACE." We lit it around sixish, and it was still lit around one this morning when I went to bed. That has to be a symbol for something, doesn't it?
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Date: 2002-10-26 10:23 am (UTC)let's meet in Ohio
Date: 2002-10-26 11:23 am (UTC)It's so funny that you just called me T-dawg, because that's what half my community has taken to calling me. :) You apparently have psychic connections with my hippie commune- not that there was any doubt about that, though!
Re: let's meet in Ohio
Date: 2002-10-27 10:38 am (UTC)you're the bestest bff in the world, and i'm so glad i understand you and you me. :)
Re: let's meet in Ohio
Date: 2002-10-27 01:16 pm (UTC)Even if we didn't get hit on by all sorts of boys at Ollie Webb, I still had fun having Kurt Morrison's baby and being strip searched by Carroll, IA cops.... :)
Re: let's meet in Ohio
Date: 2002-10-27 02:07 pm (UTC)Re: let's meet in Ohio
Date: 2002-10-27 08:49 pm (UTC)