OMG. Guess what happened today. The Pentagon and World Trade Center towers were crashed into by 3 hijacked planes (one for each) today. Plus, a bomb went off on the helipad of the Pentagon. Can you say omg? I could not, and still can’t, believe it. I mean, just last week the towers were there when we visited Grandpa. Hell, this morning they were there! Now they’re just piles of rubble on the ground. They’re destroyed, demolished. Forever. And Dad thinks that they won’t be rebuilt — but probably a monument or something will be put in their place (and maybe today be named “Pentagon/World Trade Center Day” or something). But geez, those things were like a major landmark of NYC, if not the whole US. And as a result of everything, all the airports in the nation are shut down until further notice … so are various DC schools (even Madeira), everything in DC (including the capital and White House), and stuff in North (I think)/South Carolina and Maryland. Bush is like stuck somewhere in Florida (think he was about to do something with education). Oh wait, there were 4 planes (’cause Dad said 4 flights were unaccounted for or something). One for each tower, the Pentagon, and the remaining one crashed in Pittsburgh. No one knows where it was flying to (at least I don’t) … and then I heard something about a plane and Ohio, but I dunno if it has anything to do with the towers/Pentagon tragedy.
After eating lunch, I went to the library to watch the news about it, and I just kinda stood there for a few minutes, watching the Pentagon blaze and the towers smoke, listening to what the news people were saying and watching the little prompts on the bottom of the screen, saying what was closed. Then I went to the computer room to check email and chat with people about it … but what was weird and annoying was that I IMed Justin all like, omg, did you hear about what happened, I can’t believe it! And he was like, uh, yeah, it sucks. Basically, all he wrote was one word answers, and said he wasn’t even freaked out about it. WTF? Dude, we’re having a national emergency, and you’re all cool and collected? People here are crying their eyes out, even those of us who don’t have family in the dead buildings! I mean, aren’t you even a little scared? I got pissed at him for that, and was like hey, I’m gonna go call my dad now, TTYL. “Bye” was all he said. I swear, he like hates me now for some reason I don’t know. Oh well, screw him, we’ll see what happens next time we meet.
Anyway, here’s how I first found out about it (sorry this is like not in order, lol): after graphic design it was food break, so after getting my chocolate muffin I went back to the dorm to change books, yada yada yada. Erica’s there, and she’s like, dude, there was an explosion in the Pentagon or something. I was like, huh? DC101 is playing so I change my books and stuff while listening to that. They go on to say stuff about the towers and crashes. I’m still in disbelief, and so is Erica. She’s like, this is kinda scary! I go, yeah, almost like Pearl Harbor — they snuck up on us. So then we go to the judicial meeting. But, instead of it being a judicial meeting, it turns into a meeting of Mrs. Leip taking the podium, informing us of the tragedy (by this time I’m stunned and about to cry, not really knowing why, and trembling) … she tells us about the planes crashing, how the Pentagon thing happened just 20 minutes earlier, that no one knows who did it yet, what airlines were involved, the capital and White House were evacuated, etc. Elizabeth starts bawling ’cause her Dad works in the towers (I found out later he’s okay), and so is Melissa (dunno about her). Nora is also supposedly screwed ’cause she’s a princess (still don’t know how or why that came about) and whose dad is a big government guy … all I heard was that she left earlier today. But yeah, during the whole meeting I’m just sitting there trembling in shock, not believing my ears, listening to the muffled sobs of various girls, and worrying and wondering if Dad, Grandpa, and Justin are alright and how they’re taking it. We all know Justin was a bitch and didn’t even care how I felt. Yeah, he asked if I was freaked, but that was the end of that. WTF, I’m like, hello? The girl you wanna kiss next time you see her feels like crying, and you don’t even attempt to comfort her or anything? What is wrong with you? I would do the same for you, except you weren’t “affected” for some reason *sigh* Oh well. Enough bitching about him.
Anyway, after chatting and checking email, I go back to the dorm to try and call Dad. He doesn’t answer his cell phone (’cause he was talking to Grandma on the cordless, I later learn), and his 202 number for work didn’t even ring. I’m like damn, DC must really be clogging the phone lines, lol. Though when I talk to him later, he says he never even went to work ’cause he saw what had happened on TV. Good thing, too, ’cause traffic there is hell. Metro was shut down initially, but now is running to relieve some of the pressure on the roads. Although it bypasses National Airport and the Pentagon stops. They also opened up a few bridges to help with traffic … I dunno how traffic is now, but definitely it’s not as bad as it was earlier. I think like all of DC was eventually evacuated (all the monuments and museums were shut down, too), so stuff isn’t as bad car-wise as it was earlier. Even MetroBus, which they said was slow ’cause of all the volume.
Well, I’m gonna go take a shower now — I’m pretty sure I explained all the tragedy-related events today … so, until more news about it (or another big event) happens, I’m out! Oh yeah, when I was talking to Mrs. Thorndike about this, she said that when we find out what country did this, we might go to war with them. War. How scary is that … I mean, I’ve been living in a US-involved-war-free world since WWII. That would so suck, but that country would deserve it! Just look at what happened: they made the US — the most powerful nation in the world — incredibly tense and vulnerable. Not to mention destroyed three of its most prized possessions. I guess all we can do now is pray that this isn’t the start of some string of terrorist events. Damn.
I’m even wearing the sweater now that I wore when I was with him — am I crazy? I swear, I’ve never felt so perfect with a guy. I dunno why, but it was the greatest feeling to just sit there with him for hours in the back of the van, just talking and hugging and kissing and stuff, with no pressure to do anything more. He looked so cute in the dark, too — even when we got kicked out of the park by some weird cop/dog-walker guy. At the end he was like “hey, we only got kicked out of one place tonight!” LOL.
