9.11...

So in about 8 hours, it will have been six years since the day everyone calls '9/11.'

I have nothing particular to say about this. No political ramblings. No apathy grumblings. No tirades or social commentary. I just wanted to recognize the fact.

So, goodnight America. It has been 2,136 days since a part of me was taken.

Now Playing: Four Tet - "Sleep, Eat Food, Have Visions"

A MySpace? WTF?

So I got home today and decided it'd be a good idea to start up a MySpace page...

Yes. One of those.

I don't know why I did it, but here I am an hour later, just ticks of the clock away from needing to be up for the doc shot tomorrow and I'm desperately looking for new friends on a fatter, slower FaceBook thing. I mean, wtf?

Anyway, today was the training meeting at work and we trained a buncha new T.A.'s and such. Had work from 9 - 5:30 and drove home to watch the Cubs' game and then chill with Derrick and Steve (THEY HAVE MySpaces TOO.) We golfed and ate bad food and had a good time doing it.

I'm in kind of a mood lately, not pissy or typical moody stuff, just a state of mind thing. I've been thinking a lot of pretty huge stuff over recently and nothing seems right for some reason. I should be in a better place now than ever before and yet here I am (rock you like a hurricane) being 'contemplative' on MySpace. I don't know. It's one of my early Autumn moments, I suppose...

Erin called my phone twice today. She may not know this, but she does this more often that I think coincidence allows. I will get a call from her phone and hear things in the background, but she will not answer nor will she say anything. This happened twice last semester and when I asked about it she had no idea it happened. Well it happened again tonight just after working out. I hung up after a while of screaming 'ERIN? WHAT IS UP? ARE YOU THERE?'
and called back right away. She didn't answer but called back again later while I was in the shower. Erin is the message-leaving type and she didn't do so this time... Basically what it comes down to is that she should probably learn the lock settings on her phone a little better.

I wish I was younger. I am not old but I still get so fucking nostalgic about this shit. I often wonder what it would be like to wake up one morning four years in the past. Would I change anything? Would I stay the same? I don't know. But I often get the desire to do so anyway.

I love Vicky. Vicky and I are in love. I have no questions about that. However... What are we doing here? For the first time ever in my long-term-relationship-oriented life, I am questioning the need for such a thing at age 20/22. Just throwing these things out here. Text messages force me to think about these things now. I'd love to save them to stroke my ego, but the fear of getting caught with them and hurting people is just not worth it in the long run.

Completely incoherent post tonight. It's my half birthday. Happy 22.5 to me.

Now Playing: Sounds of the Lid - "Broken Harbors, Part 2"