:: All That You Can't Leave Behind ::

Quote Of The Moment: "I can see the headlines now... Life Not Like A Bowl Of Cherries For Man Hit By Car!" - Kem, debating wether or not to go running or go to the store for cherries instead.

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:: Current Song(s) Emanating From My Speakers: "There's More To Me Than You" - Jessica Andrews ::

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Madam Secretary By Madeleine K. Albright
The Insult By Rupert Thomson
Prison Writings: My Life Is My Sun Dance By Leonard Peltier

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The current mood of colour_my_life@hotmail.com at www.imood.com

:: Wednesday, September 11, 2002 ::

Campus was eerily quiet this morning. I felt like I could hear a pin drop while I was walking to my car after I left my 8 AM class. It's odd for me because 9-11 doesn't mean to me what it means for most people. I think there is some kind of detachment that has gone on inside of me. I didn't know anyone personally that was present at any of the sites. I didn't know anyone who knew anyone that was present. It really seems like it was some tragic thing that was just, for some reason, outside of my range. Not that I haven't mourned or not felt anything. I've cried and prayed that nothing like this would ever happen to anyone ever again. But still... It just seems so far away.
:: Estoy_Libre 7:48 PM [+] ::
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