… I’m shopping tomorrow.
Don’t judge. I think one of the first things they told us to do after that tragedy was to shop.
I’m doing my civic duty?
I just want some nail polish from Sephora, ok? And maybe a few new pretties to welcome the coming colder months.
And I think my mom needs shoes.
And my sister needs some business attire for her business classes.
Oh, Cinnabon too. I’m getting one of them before I leave.
I really should buy a desk. Really really. It’s getting ridiculous that I’ve lived in this apartment for a year and I still keep my laptop propped on two empty, plastic CD holder bins. I need to pretend to be a better grown-up.
Anyway, since I can’t escape the date…
I was in Spanish when it happened. I had a class in the computer lab and managed to get to the new sites before my high school blocked access. Then I snuck into the band room to watch it unfold on TV over and over and over. No one really discussed it. I had to wait to get home to find out what was really happening.
Approximately 3 years later, people my age were shipped overseas to fight a war that’s really quite difficult to win via force.
And now more kids (because that’s what everyone who is younger than me is) are over doing the same.
They’re brave people.
I wish the world would stop fighting so much.
It’s so wasteful.