A little too smug...

Not much to say except I did bad at poker, played some bass, had a nice coffee date, and watched "Wag the Dog" with Devin and Serg.

Good times.

And now I'm just tired.

Flashbulb Memories

In psych the other day we had a hardcore discussion about "flashbulb memories"...memories where something big happens and you have a "flashbulb" picture in your mind of where you were when it happened...most notably today 9/11, and about how people consistently change their story over the years of where they were, what they were doing, whatever.

Anyway, here's what I was doing on 9/11:

I woke up when my alarm went off at like 6:00, but I went to hit the snooze and accidently hit off. My sis woke me up at around 7:30 and said "Hey Keith we gotta get to school...and yeah, the World Trade Center got bombed." I remember thinking..."Why is this such a big deal? Everything's been getting bombed lately. Probably just another stupid thing the media was blowing up..." Brushed my teeth and went downstairs to see the first tower collapse. That's when I knew it was really, really bad. I remember going to school and my dad talking about how the tickets we had for tonight's A's game were probably useless, cause they were going to get cancelled. I remember Chilcott, Boden, and Holman not making us do anything, Jorden Roberts completely blaming everything on Bush being an idiot, Sezen making us do work (shockingly) and looking up stuff with Ed Gonzalez on terrorist organizations.

The other big one is the OJ verdict:

Don't remember much about this one. I remember being in Mr. Bass's math class doing ditto-work and he had the radio on all morning. The verdict got read and the overall reaction was just a muffled groan. Then we just got back to what we were doing. We were 11, 12 years old...and it didn't matter much to us.

Anyway, what are your memories of these events?

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Red Sox 17, Northeastern U. 0

2-0 now in spring training. Playing Boston College right now. Go Sawx!

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"my aunt is probably going to lose chrstian ... this is not a happy day.

If i was at a different place in my life, I would definitely have a baby. It's not fair that someone as wonderful as my aunt nancy has never gotten married. and doubly unfair that cancer would rip her of her ability to have children...

Honestly ... if my mom is willing to carry a baby i would be more than willing to donate my eggs.

I love that little boy. but even more i love my aunt. I guess things happen for a reason. But i cant understand this one."

This is my ex-g/f's last journal entry written earlier today. Her aunt adopted a baby about 6 months ago or so. Now someone in the family is obviously getting the baby back.

The kid really grew on the entire family, and they're going to be crushed.

I really wanted to comment on this in her space, but I'm not gonna do that and get my shit out here...better that way.

"Things happen for a reason...but I can't understand this one."

Hmmm...I think I can. I've done some fucked up shit to people in my life, and later I always paid for it. It hurt but in time I'd always realize I was paying for it.

That's the way the world works. Shit evens out. She made a serious promise to me she couldn't keep and did something hurtful that cut me deep.

This whole time, I knew that something would happen to her and it would somehow make up for that messed up crap she pulled. So if it ends up this kid goes back to his family and she ends up crying for a week straight or some shit, I'm not gonna feel one ounce of fucking sympathy.

What you reap is what you sow. Remember that.