I'm going to homecoming with Noah. Yes, that's David's best friend.

Aheheh.

David, well, he was going to homecoming with Leslie... but he thought HC was on Friday so he had bought tickets for an opera to watch with his grandfather on Saturday. Poor Leslie. She had already bought her dress, shoes, and everything. Not only that, he told her that he just wants to be friends.

I could have sworn that they were both really into eachother. I mean, I was jealous, but still. Poor Leslie!

David, you're a jackass. But I love you anyhow. Unfortunately.

It's weird to think that we are in a war.

I think we're at war. I'm not sure. I can't be sure of anything anymore. Which pissed me off initially. Now I'm just feeling a little less secure.

Moving on...

Oop. Wow. No updates for awhile.

Ok, I called David. He found a gf at camp. So zip, nada, nothing for me. Which is fine. I'm over it. Now at least. Not over _him_. _It_. There's a difference.

Damn him.

In any case, september 11 was the WTC and Pentagon terrorist attacks. I heard about it first when I was in fourth period (math). At the time, I was rather indifferent. Even though I knew my Auntie Linda worked there. Which, now that I think about it, was rather cold. Makes me think about ToK and our discussions of technology desensitizing us. Personally, I don't find it to be technology. I think it was my parents. It finally occurred to me fifth period (madrigals) that my Aunt may have died. That many have died. That the WTC are _gone_. I freaked out. I was so upset but as usual I kept it inside. It's a weird way to act, keeping it inside. My chest felt constricted, my throat too. I started crying.

But I still didn't seem to comprehend the whole significance. I remember thinking, 'Man. That jerk David isn't even coming to comfort me. I thought we were friends.' I couldn't help it.

I guess it was just so surreal.