Quotes are back.
So far I’ve managed to restore WIAN, my blog, and the sketchblog. Next up is the Quotes section. I’ll try for the /art/ subdomain after, but it was really just a bunch of random stuff. Gah, I’m such a moron.
I just deleted nearly all of t9m.n by accident. I’m a complete moron. Thank god for backups. If you find anything missing, tell me and I’ll try to find the files and upload them.
CNN.com is saying that there’s still one missing flight. No one can find it. And it turns out that it was a plane that destroyed part of the Pentagon, not just a bomb. A plane with bombs. And Dallas may be a target, for all we know. When will the nightmare stop?
I don’t want to have to go to war! America is supposed to be a perfect country! I was supposed to have a perfect childhood and adolescence! You can’t expect me to live through a war! Please don’t let us go to war. I keep expecting to wake up any moment; as if this were some awful nightmare or some terrible joke in incredibly bad taste. My mind keeps comparing to Orson Welles’ rendition of “War of the Worlds”; I can’t seem to accept that this is really real. My head hurts whenever I try to wrap my brain around the gravity of what’s happening here.
Dr. Magee, the headmistress, is insisting on maintaining a normal schedule, acting as though nothing has happened. It drives me nuts that we’re still having to go to our normal classes. It’s like when Mrs. Brennan died last year, only thousands of times worse. I can’t even begin to comprehend what it’s like for the people of Washington, D.C., Pittsburgh, and New York.
I’m scared out of my mind. We watched CBS all through Engineering class, and they keep mentioning Dallas. I don’t know if I’ve ever been so scared. Bombs at the Pentagon and the White House; plane crashes in the World Trade Center, outside Pittsburgh, and near Camp Davis. I just want to go home! Or better yet, to Mackenzie’s farm, which is well outside of Dallas. I’m so scared for all my friends in New York — Tara, Mrs. Marcus, Jamie, Walter, and Christolphe, among countless others I met at MTC and Cambridge. I really need a stuffed animal just about now.
I’ve heard the news, but I still can’t believe it. How is it possible for anyone to bomb the Pentagon? How could terrorists manage to hijack a couple of planes and fly them into the World Trade Center. My God.
Gah, when will Fiction Alley and fanfiction.net ever reconcile their differences and get over this whole silly feud? It always makes me feel so uncomfortable, because there’s no way I could take a stance on either side of the issue. Bad blood is never fun to be around. It’s made especially irritating because I have friends on both sides. I’m an Art Chaser for Artistic Alley, where I get to be with good friends Monica, Mack, and Phil. At the same time, I wouldn’t hesitate to include Cairnsy among my best friends online, and she was one of the ff.n reps responsible for the removal of Cassie’s fics. Why can’t we all just get along?
Note: I debated for quite a while as to whether I wanted to publish this entry or not. I eventually decided to go for it. I don’t think this should offend anyone, but if it does, I apologize in advance. The last thing I want here is another heated debate!
I went to auditions for “Ten Little Indians” today. There’s another day of auditions tomorrow and callbacks on Wednesday, so I won’t know anything for several days. I think I did relatively well. My top choice at the moment would be Vera, as she’s the only girl who lasts the whole way throught the show and she gets to have a mental breakdown and such, but I’d also love the role of Emily. She’s this religious fanatic nun, which would be only too much fun. Only 6 girls will make it (it’s double cast), so wish me luck. There are oodles of girls trying out!
It’s so great to be back at Jesuit. I got to see Colin, who played Biggley, and Tom, who played Bratt. Tom took over Ricky’s position as Stage Manager, so unfortunately I won’t have any more fun Percy clone moments. I only wish I had gotten a better picture for you guys! ::snickets:: Some of the other H2$ guys were there, too, like Lindsey and Nick, and some of the girls, Casey and Jackie. Lotsa fun. I’m sure these names mean nothing to you, but frankly I don’t care at the moment.
This story could continue, but I don’t feel like ranting about evil carpools of doom. Maybe tomorrow.