I’m tired of the terrorists…


first it’s just regular terrorism. Then it goes to chemical, then Biological, then Nuclear… okay, I care and then I don’t. Contradictory. Right? I know. But see where I’m coming from, 60 miles from fucking “Ground Zero” I hate that word.

ooooh! Rev. Jessie Jackson might go over to mediate those fucking foreign terrorists! There probably just gonna kill him! You know what, when he goes and they tie him to a rocker and launch it over here I’m gonna laugh, because he should shut the fuck up for once! God damn it! I’m so sick of this! If I wasn’t by fucking NYC and it’s god damned fucking “Ground Zero” Then maybe I could get back into my life! but NO. because all I get here is NYC news, Television, Radio. EVERYTHING

I think I should take Ryans advice

” I think you need a good field frolic Juliet. Get yourself some of that Slavic Vodka and go have a nice field frolic. And go nuke some afghans.”

But that’s Ryan. I think the Vodka and the field will be good enough… **snickers** ooooh Victor!?

** sighs** but this is just bullshit. If those stupid people try this again I’m getting a one way ticket either to Reidsville to Chicago and I’m not coming back!! New York sucks!

I just don’t see why that fucking Talban has to have so much shit against us… but I really need to get my feelings out because I haven’t had time to do anything since this has happened. So forgive my venting… and maybe crying.

okay. 9-11… September 11th I was at school, just leaving Mr. Mcgehan’s class when a girl told me that an ARMED HELECOPTOR crashed into the WTC. I’m thinking, ” woah.”
Spanish class: Announcement that 2 planes crashed into the buildings and all hell was breaking loose all over the country… I’m scared.
Chem: It’s official, the world is going to be destroyed. I go to choir and it hits me that MY DAD COULD BE THERE! I leave choir and go to guidance and there’s Lauren in the hall, she went with me and we called my dad. He saw it all happen on the top floor of his office building that’s across the Hudson… That let a little off my mind…

my mother took me home early

and I tried to avoid the television, but I went to look for cartoons… and all I could find… on every channel… everywhere… even on MTV and VH1 was these explosions! and it was so much… I still can’t sleep… I’m still having nightmares… And I’m still scared…

but I haven’t had time to let my feelings out… because I’ve been talking and listening to everyone else. holding what I think inside… for the good of the life!!!!!

…war…?


Oh god… What the hell is going on in this country…. I don’t know how much more I can take?! Alright… I havn’t posted in a Loooong time. I know. Don’t remind me about it… I’ve just been stressed with that NYC thing… I thought my dad was there… He works across the river from NYC and… well, He saw everything from either his office windows or the roof… It was scary… and I got to go home early that day because of all the trauma… That night Ricky, Vic and I all work up in a cold sweat sitting up… It’s been hell ever since… You know… when everything goes to bloody hell!?

I feel like the only person that doesn’t think we’re going into fucking WW3.

NOTE TO PEOPLE:

GUESS WHAT! IT’S NOT A WAR AGAINST COUNTRIES. IT’S A WAR AGAINST TERRORISM.

morons…