National State of Alert:
(as of 3-8-04)

Personal State of Alert:
(as of 3-8-04)

Reason for Personal State of Alert:
- So this is post-college life? Really? *shivers*

- The Passion of Christ featured a deleted scene where Christ called me out and told me "You're next"

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2001-10-09 - 7:53 a.m.

Warning... if you don't wanna hear potentially disturbing stances or anything else about the whole global situation right now, move along.

"Prozac, painkillers... well ya get to feel it in your bones... I used to fly like Peter Pan- all the children flew when I touched their hand" -Radiohead

I can't fucking sleep! I got up at 6:55am, I had yet ANOTHER bad dream- this time, I was on the roof of some kinda building in Georgia, and watched a tower (some kinda tower, I'm not even sure what), collapse in the distance... I jumped up and down and screamed, called out to my uncle Webbie (who has in real life been dead for several years), and he said that J.P. (my late sister's last and very cool boyfriend) in the military told him we should get the FUCK out of there. I ran down the stairs, in some kind of wind blown slow motion, and got in some very small car with my uncle, my cousin Manny (that uncle's adopted son) and just started driving in panic. I woke up soon after... not feeling great, and checked out the windows to make sure everything was cool. I determined I never want to leave the house again.

"You do it to yourself, you do, and that's why it really hurts" -Radiohead

So I wake up, put on the TV, and watch that show with the puppets in the 60's or 70's... them space exploring hard headed puppets with poorly syncronized jaws, and relatively realistic looking heads (for puppets). They talking 'bout their sci-fi world, and how blah blah blah and things are never going to be the same... I turn on the news, find out about the one dude getting anthrax poisoned in Florida... I determine I don't want to leave my couch. I get pissed off once again at my room mate for being happy that yesterday night, he managed to sneak a conspiracy computerized world Matrix-y style environment dream upon me. I used to have happy dreams, and it seems like he's intent on bringing me down to his creepy style dreams by exposing me to the kind of "stuff" he reads on a regular basis that makes him worried to take a shit. Hmph.

No, I'm not bitter.

Last night was kind of odd too... but I don't even want to discuss that. It wasn't really related. But yeah, blah!

I think I've moved on from scared to angry. This is good, right? But I still don't really want to leave my house.

Well, I can make one exception. Grab ONE flight, the last one I'll ever take, and go to Puerto Rico, to live in the countryside with my grandparents on their plot of land. It's about the peaceful-est, nicest place I've ever been on this Earth. I'd have to learn how to drive, and how to speak spanish, but it'd be worth it. I'm sure there's tons of Rican hotties in San Juan, and that tourists will provide me with adequate sexual variation. And I doubt that the country is a military target, so I can watch the world turn to shit and know that I'm low on the list. Yeah, Puerto Friggin Rico.

I'm sorry if this is my doomiest, scariest or most fucked up post yet. But this is my place to vent. I wonder if this'll pass by noon. Or today. Or at least til the next scary thing happens. Dammit.

"Blame it on the black star, blame it on the falling sky, blame it on the satellites, that brings me home..." -Radiohead

Reason for Terror # 82:

Using phrase "da bomb" unwittingly in phone tapped conversations could lead to arrest and beatings by the FBI, local authorities, and hip police.

Reason for Terror # 81:

There was a little bit of mold on that bread you had this morning.

Reason for Terror # 80:

When evening falls, you can try to drive away; but the moon will be following... always following...