Hmm it’s already been eight years?  Damn.  Well as a youngin that morning I was oblivious.  I remember some kid crying about “how something like this could happen”.  I thought he was on drugs.  But anyways, I had absolutely no idea what happened until they started talking about it.  To me, it sounded like a joke.  I actually thought it was cool, imanging it in my mind.  A building slowly destroyed by air planes hi-jacked by terrorists.  Sounds like a cool movie scheme.  Anyways, I was a bastard child haha.  I remember I would cry when it was time for piano practice.  I was a fat kid too.  Well not really.  I just remember eating a lot of sugar and candy and getting ten cavities one time.  Haha dumbass me.  Well things have changed, especially in the last year.  Bad and good changes.  I wish someone could tell me.  Maybe I don’t know it’s cause my best friend doesn’t even want to me a part of my life for one reason or another.  Was it because of what happened that one night?  Cause I don’t remember what I did wrong.  Maybe it was refusing to hang out with his new crew during lunch?  Haha I didn’t want to hang out there cause all the hot girls hung out there.  Well now I would defeinitely hang out there haha.  Whatever.  High school’s over.  There were oppournities for me to shine, I just didn’t take some of those paths.  Like football.  Like the talent show.  And I guess everyone were pricks at Scripps and maybe that’s why I didn’t talk to pricks.  Good thing it’s over.  I wonder what would’ve happened if I transfered my senior year.  I bet a whole lot of good, too.  Better sports programs, probably hotter girls.  Hmm whatever.  Everything happens for a reason and I’m pretty content with the person I am right now.  Guessing how much I’ve changed this past year I can’t wait till September 11th, 2010.  There’s about four things I want in the next year.  If I can’t get four of them I want more.  Haha, I always want more.  Maybe that’s why I’m such a boss.  This next year’s going to be critical.  I’m not folding.  I never fold.  Well maybe if I have a bad hand.  But no more BS no more bad hands.  I guess I might as well bluff.  No, that’s what I’ve been doing the past year.  Well I’m all in next year, to whoever (nobody) that’s reading this.  Peace.  God bless.