I Agree with Scott

I don't want to post a "Never Forget" bulletin and feed into the emotional pandering that seems to happen this time every year. But I do find it healthy to reflect on then and now.

Let's start with the obvious. Where was I? In the middle of my Intro to Criminal Justice class at UNT, Sophomore year. It was a huge class, and I think half of us ended up graduating together with CJ degrees three years later. We had a guy in the class who worked for American Airlines. He stands up, and tells everyone he's got to leave. "A plane just hit the World Trade Center." Sure it seemed odd, but he left and we finished class. When we got out, everyone was watching the TV's posted around campus, and it was only then that we understood what had really happened.

I met my friend Sara at our smoking spot, called my boyfriend, told him we were going to war, and left school, since everything was shutting down. We jumped in her car, put the top down and just drove around for most of the day. We listened to talk radio, since there was no music playing that day. We talked about how weird it was to not see planes in the sky. We debated, both internally and with each other, what this meant for our liberal political views.

Now, six years later, I think we know the answer. It meant that little would change. We were suspicious and untrusting of our government then, and we still are. We supported our soldiers then, and we still do. What are the implications? I don't know. I don't want to think an event like that would have no impact whatsoever. But I would want to believe that people now think more for themselves than they did before.

But that's just me.

Agreed

Certain things define who we are.

The movies, books, work, art, and people we love.

These passions make our identity and when we are without them, we are less than ourselves.

Found this last night....love it. Read it again, chew on it.

RoT

So, got back from Austin yesterday. I'm completely wiped out. But there are things of note to share.

The first being that this was so much fucking harder than I thought it was going to be. For those who don't know, I HAD to go this year for my twisted brand of closure after Stuart left us....He always begged me to go and I always found a reason I couldn't. So this year, there were no excuses. So, I went down to Austin, saw my dealership buddies, went to the rally, and had this overwhelming sadness when I left. I think that I expected to turn around and see him every ten minutes or something. But I think I feel better now. So, yeah, got the shirt, got the patch, got the tan, got the stories. Totally worth it.

Update: when I get my comp back I'll be able to talk to you guys more, but for now, I have to sneak the MySpace like cigarettes in high school.

Here We Go Again

I applied for Grad school yesterday. I look to start back in the fall. God help me, I never thought I'd get an MBA. It's not my thing. But getting p-a-i-d is most definitely my thing.

So the app is in, the recommendation requests have been made, and the GMAT is in a couple weeks. The best part, you ask? It's all free.

So once I'm making fat bank, I can afford law school like I've always wanted.

Shit.

Game 7.

Only one of the first round. Stars looking like they're going to pull off the improbable. They've got huge momentum going into this last game, and they are dominating the shit out of Vancouver. The scores are close, but the games are not.

Midway thru the second, it's looking good for the boys. They're up 1-0, and the Canucks are playing like shit. Then the Sedin's finally earn their paychecks and we're tied. No biggie. This series has been tied for what seems like an eternity anyways. But then the refs start running the game and calling penalties like they've forgotten it's a hockey game. Apparently their heads are with the NBA right now cos they were calling anything that looked like a foul and sent the Stars to the box for most of the third.

So, we're out in Round One again. But at least Turco proved that he can kick some ass in the playoffs. Morrow had a phenominal first season as Captain, and Modano almost earned his paycheck. I'm left to wonder if Zubov had not been hurt if this would have all ended differently. Luongo was good in the series, but how can you not be good at 6'3"? He's effing huge, and maybe if there had been a normal sized human between the pipes we could have had a better shot. We certainly outplayed them.....

But there's still a lot of good hockey to be played before the season is over.

Go Sharks. Go Sabres.

And, god help me, for this next round only........Go Ducks.

Best It's Ever Been Said

So....I'm in love with this movie, as a whole, but this monologue won me over. It hasn't applied to me in years, but had I been able to articulate it like this back then, it would have been so much easier. But then again, when in the middle of stuff, you can't have this perspective. Forgive the mush; it doesn't happen often:

"It turned out, he wasn't in love with me like I thought. When I'm trying to say is, I understand feeling as small and as insignificant as humanly possible. And how it can actually ache in places that you didn't know you had inside you. And it doesn't matter how many new haircuts you get, or gyms you join, or how many glasses of chardonnay you drink with your girlfriends. You still go to bed every night going over every detail, and wonder what you did wrong or how you could have misunderstood. And how in the hell, for that brief moment, you could think that you were that happy. And sometimes you can even convince yourself that he'll see the light and show up at your door. And after all that, however long "all that" may be, you'll go somewhere new. And you'll meet people who make you feel worthwhile again. And little pieces of your soul will finally come back. And all that fuzzy stuff, those years of your life that you wasted, that will eventually begin to fade."

Fuck. Brilliant.

Happiness Is

A shiny silver Harley back in my garage.

She's so pretty, I'd almost forgotten. I missed my Sasha, more than I realized. Got to take her out for the first time in forever today, and she rode like a champ. Just like your mom.