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1:35 am - Friday, Apr. 02, 2004 You know what the worst thing about 9/11 was - the part of it that haunted me? When they showed the footage of the people jumping out of the buildings before they collapsed. The humanity of those moments struck me, as though before, it was simply a structure - but at that point that I could see the way that people flailed their arms as they fell willingly to their deaths.... it became the most inhuman and yet the most human moment of the tragedy. I still can't be reminded of it. I will never forget seeing a picture in Time magazine of two people who jumped off, and were holding hands on their way down. That they made that decision to go down together is phenomenal to me. Some people have more strength than I could ever hope for - and I hope that I will never need to call upon within myself. Another random thought - the two foods that I really miss (that used to be in *production* when I was a kid) are strawberry shredded wheat, and honey wheat thins. The strawberry shredded wheat in particular - it was shredded wheat with strawberry filling inside, and it was amazing. Pure genius. Wanna know something funny? I have the IQ of a genius, and I can't even spell it. I will now refer to it as "intellect". Pure intellect, that strawberry filling was, pure intellect. Wanna know what my pet peeve is? When people only wash the eating side of the dishes, and don't wash the outsides of bowls or the handles of the spoons. It makes me want to go into their bedrooms and rub the grease that is caked all over the outside of the bowls onto their bedsheets. That's how mad it makes me. Does this have something to do with my anxiety? Yeah, it's possible. But it's still damn lazy of them. And as well, whilst I am on a dishes rant - I hate when people don't empty the rack before doing their own dishes, and the rack gets so full that ppl just start putting dishes on the counter and on top of the fridge to dry... just put your bloody dishes away. There are worse things in life than having to clean up after your own pig snot mess. Countdown to new housemates: 4 weeks. God I can't wait.
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