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September 11th, 2002


I didn't mention that Dr. Ansari works with the department of Pathology (I like to call it experimental pathology, though that's the name of a program, not the department). He's also in the department of Pharmacology and Toxicology, where I've been sort of adopted. I spoke with my advisor there today and she said there'd be a 'mystery' party at the department sometime soon, and she'd also be hosting a grad-school-wide party at her house soon. I do hate parties with a bunch of people I don't really know, but.. I'll probably go just to be sociable.

I made chili tonight, and I found it hard not to cry while watching interviews with firefighters on TV. I didn't cry, mind you - I'm a big strong man. But I found it really hard.


I woke up late this morning, at about 10:20. My class starts at 10:30, so I was understandably annoyed. Luckily, I have the ability to get up and dressed and out the door in less than 5 minutes. I did so, and got to class a couple of minutes late. Sat through class (I knew most of what the lecture was on anyway) and went home. Here I sit.

I remember last year at this time I was at LSU getting ready to take my French test, sitting in my Truck in the Union lot. I had the radio on listening to the talk about exactly what the hell I had spent the morning watching on TV. When I got out of the test, there were some people with American Flags (I think). I went to an apartment complex to look for an apartment, and I got a voicemail that had been placed earlier that morning from my old ROTC friend telling me what'd happened. I called him and we talked for a bit. I remember deciding that I would go in the next couple of days and enlist in the Marine Corps. He had similar intentions, much to the vocal disagreement of our other friends; They just didn't get it. I don't think much happened that night worth mentioning. Crazyness.

I later came to the realization that a loss of that many people in one day actually wasn't such a significant event, when compared to how many people die every day from things like starvation and disease, that go largely unnoticed worldwide. However I was more inflamed by the event, the attack, then by the actual number of deaths. I (like many people) wanted blood. I still do; It only further galvanized my intense desire to have much of the middle east bombed into extinction. I admit I have a raging hardon for the inhuman torture and killing of anyone and everyone even remotely involved in attacks on US citizens; If it ever comes to be that I can open up time in my grad school class schedule (time which can't be spared right now, sadly), I will be enlisting in the Armed Services just so maybe, Maybe I'll get the chance to choke one of them until I can see the life fade from his eyes. Devils..