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im in my nine oclock this morning — american politics. since its friday, its small group discussion day.

our discussion leader Gabe asks a question involving WTC — “What do we do next, and what will it accomplish?”

this girl who sat in front of me, we’ll call her AP on the offchance shes intelligent enough to get to this site, raises her hand.

“I think we should bomb the shit out of the whole middle east. wipe them off the map entirely, and take all their oil. then we eliminate terrorism AND we lower gas prices.”

at this point, i put my head in my hands, ashamed that i am in the same educational establishment as people like this. Gabe responds:

“right. well, what about poor hassim the goat herder? he hasnt done anything wrong, all he does is mind his business and herd his goats. he’s actually a pretty good guy.”

“fuck him! all they do is breed terroritsts over there anyway. you learn how to be a terrorist in, like, second grade over there. besides, you dont want to look like a bunch of pussies, do you? what country wants to be a bunch of pussies?”

someone blurted out “goddamn moron!” really loud at this point, and i suddenly felt glad that i wasnt the only person who felt that way.

on a totally unrelated side note, the guy sitting to my right in the computer lab is looking up child pornography. sick fucker.

id like to make something perfectly clear right now.

if you drive in the fastlane on the highway, and you get on someones ass (within a FOOT of their car), shine your brights, leave your brights on, honk, and do anything else because that person isn’t moving fast enough for your liking? then…

YOU GO TO HELL! YOU GO TO HELL AND YOU DIE!

swear to god, thats the most ignorant fucking thing you can do to someone. alright, heres the story.

i was coming home from school last night, doing 75 in a 60, in the fastlane, passing people.

asshole in a mazda comes FLYIN up on my ass, and slams on his breaks when he gets close. he’s literally within a foot (twelve inches) of the back of my car, and i was seriously worried he was going to hit me. then he starts flashing his brights. then he turns on his brights and LEAVES THEM ON. THEN he starts honking at me. i roll down the window, flip him the bird, and he backs off.

heres what i recommend if any of you are in this situation. as soon as said asshole starts fucking with you, slow down to the speed limit. when he gets over to pass on the right (which is what he SHOULD have done in the first place), speed back up so he cant get back over. repeat often. dont let him get what he wants. keep dicking with him and put that son of a bitch back in line — 75 in a 60 should be fast enough for ANYONE. teach that impatient asshole a lesson.

this has been a lesson from the c. stegeman school of driving.

it’s kinda sad, really.

i was at work yesterday catching up on some office work, and i had the re-release of tim reynolds’ stream in the cd player.

i was promptly called a fag by a girl who listens to gangsta rap. she then told me to “turn off the guitar playing fairy boy and put in the incubus cd.”

the sheer lack of open mindedness people have is quite disheartening. the lack of respect for others musical preferences is really amazing.

theres lots of good music out there in all kinds of genras, and its getting thrown out as “fag music” left and right by people who wont give it a chance.

keep your eminem and dr. dre, ill stick with my guitar playing fairy boy and dave matthews band anyday.

on a completely unrelated note, ive had this skin irritation thing for a few days now. im thinking its an allergic reaction to the new fabric softner we’ve been using. anyway, mom saw it yesterday.

being the mom she is, she wisked me off the the emergency room for fear of something serious.

turns out i am indeed diseased. pityriasis rosea. although, thankfully, my condition isn’t NEARLY as severe as the pictures on the aad website

its a mildly rare skin condition that lasts about six weeks. basically, it affects people between the ages of 10 and 35, and all it does is cause a rash. an itchy yet harmless rash.

what are the odds. i get struck with a disease that has no cause, doesnt really do anything, has no treatment, and just goes away on its own. it’s not even contageous. it’s just there.

so i’m at the hospotal, and the doctor (who gave me the 1968 Gibson SG starts talking to me about it.

“its probably this rozea thing. honestly, its either that or syphillis.”

“yeah, but ive got to be fuckin’ someone to get syphillis, right?”

“right.”

“so, we can rule that out.”

“well, you could have gotten it from your mom at birth.”

at which point mom slaps the shit out of him. he’s a funny guy. well known for sticking things up his nose at social events — broccoli, carrot sticks, peanuts, whatever he can find.

so other than my allergies and the fear of going to war sometime soon, thats about it with me right now.

for whatever its worth, should that happen, i WILL be visiting canada for a while. war, that is. not the allergies.

im off to find some day-quil.

i dont need to tell you anything about what happened tuesday.

if i do, youve been living under a rock. anyhow, shep went ahead and registered “www.september-eleven.org” and hes going to put up a site dedicated to everyone hurt, killed, et cetera. very cool of him indeed.

i hope everyone’s doing okay… folks who i havent talked to in a while, drop me a line, let me know how you all are doing.

in the meantime, ive got more to say about it. read on and leave a little feedback – im interested to know how everyone else feels.

tuesday morning, i woke up at about 7:55 central time, which is 8:55 eastern time.

the tv was on, and the first plane had crashed into the tower.

i sat and watched, thinking to myself how it was a horrible accident.

as i was thinking that, the second plane came from the right side of the screen and slammed into the other tower.

all i could think was “oh my god. oh. my. god. this is unreal.”

they were talking to someone at the pentagon about how it was a terrorist attack. as they were talking to him, the screen shook as a plane crashed into the pentagon.

i was an hour late for work because all i could do was sit and watch tv.

i got to work, plugged up my radio, and didnt leave the office all day. i heard the plane crash into the pentagon while they were reporting live from the dept of defense, and i heard the towers collapse as they reported live from the scene.

i couldnt leave the office all day. its sad, and its got me very upset personally. all ive been able to do all day is picture the second plane slamming into the second building.

our lives — ALL of our lives — changed tuesday. maybe not drasatically, but changed none the less. we’ve seen history in the making, and years from now, itll be like when people say “where were you when JFK was killed?”

so, heres some of my unorganized thoughts… its been bothering me since it happened, and this seems like an appropriate enough place to vent about it.

first. four planes hijacked within a 20 minute period. HELLO AIRPORT SECURITY! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING!?!?!?! theres something SERIOUSLY wrong with the way we’re handling things right now… someone i was arguing with (who we’ll just call “ha ha ha whoops” for the time being) had the balls to say that he hoped that airport security didn’t get more strict and invasive just to stop the .00000001 percent of bad people.

to him, and anyone else who feels this way: look here, motherfuckers. thousands of people DIED this week because of the .00000001 percent, and you dont want to do anything about it?!?!?!?! because its an inconvenience?!?!? bullshit.

next. the pentagon. its a little discomforting that the most fortified, well designed, sturdy, secured building in the nation (next to “area 51″) was crushed by a jet liner. what the fuck?!? its a little comforting to know that the only part that collapsed was the part right where it hit, but still.

right now were up to something like 1400 people dead, and some undogly amount wounded.

people jumping out of buildings and shit… how bad is it if jumping from a building is your best option, considering that the ground is 80 stories away?

i keep imaging myself as one of the passangers on the 4 jets that were hijacked… i keep imagining that the planes been taken over, and i can count my time left on one hand.

i keep imagining myself in an officebuilding, looking out a window, and seeing a 767 screaming towards the building at full speed… seconds to live. you cant run anywhere in time, you cant protect yourself. what do you do? stare out the window and watch it come? fuck that too.

theres more to come on all of this as i keep thinking about it. be sure to post your input on it, id like to hear it.
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fuck mastercard.

i went to best buy to stock up on some necesseties — a spindle of blanks, an 18″ EIDE cable for my zip drive, and a new cd organizer.

$60. sixty u.s. dollars. so what do i do? mastercard. i hand it to him, he checks my id, its all good, were just waiting for it to approve and print so i can go home, and…

DECLINED. a credit card with a $9000 credit limit got declined for $60!?!? what the fuck?

so use my debit card, which only has $73 in the entire account, and it clears. fucked up.

thats my story, and im sticking to it.

by the way, for all you dmb fans out there, i have the “everyday” outro for #41 in my head. cant shake it. and it’s not everyday, either. its “pick me up love, life me up love” over the #41 chord progression.

i feel an upload coming on. stay tuned.

im in the computer lab writing a paper for my nine o’clock, and the scrolling wheel on the mouse doesnt work.

that makes me sad.

sitting two seats to my right is an ex of mine i havent talked to in about a year or so. i did not know she went to school here.

on a brighter note, timmy fucking reynolds is touring again. look up a date near you, and go. hes nothing short of amazing.

i plan on seeing him as many times as possible, along with bela fleck twice in the next month.

right on.
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