bekah'sheaven

    ok, so i finally had my saturday class today & i am not liking it too much.  i know there's something called work to help you understand concepts & stuff, but looking at this sylabus, man, this isn't work.  this is hell.  put it this way, i can think of at least 3 things wrong with the title "music, movement, & art for children".  firstly, there is no music, secondly, no movement, & finally, not much art.  but there is a shitload of observation work, chapter thoughts, portfolios to due, projects to complete, etc.  *sigh*.  i'm still trying to decide what to do about that class.  i mean, i wanna take it, i just don't think i can deal with the amount of work involved, since my other class requires volunteer work, & i work full time, i dunno.  i'll haveta see.  i mean, i wanna finish my degree & all, don't get me wrong, i just don't think i should beat myself to death to do it.

    other than that, today was pretty uneventful.  i didn't do much of anything, which kinda sucks cuz like, i have work & stuff the next few days.  oh well, can't be miss socialite all the time.  did you ever realize that saturday tv sucks?  yeps, it really really does.  i dunno what's worse, the cartoons on nickelodeon, or the real world reruns on mtv.  unfortunately neither of them interested me all that much, so i just went for the good old nap option.  which i guess would have been nice had my room not been the furnace it usually is.  so, in order to remedy that, i decided to open my window & use one of those super cool window fans, which would have been nice had people not decided to mow grass today, cuz all that is murder on my allergies.  so, rather than being ahead when i woke up, i was actually much worse off, cuz i woke up both sweating to death AND with a major bad case of itchy, watery allergy eyes.  dude, this is like a day from hell if you ask me.  up at 7am, bad class, hot room, & allergies.  man.

    so anyways, i get to work like 8 hours today, no break (huh, that's nothing new...it's kinda like a sad deja vu everytime i work), & who should come running in?  joe!  woohoo!  ok, so like the guy just comes back to the counter & starts flipping out about jenny, & something about crying, doctor, & really ill.  so, guess what i get to do?  i get to track down jenny just to make him happy & shut him up.  turns out jenny us fine, just needs a little cold medicine & off to work she'll go.  BUT this doesn't make joe happy.  nopes, he has to wait for jenny to arrive to see that's she's ok.  so i finally give up & i finally go home, only to be yelled at by the parentals.  now, mind you, i have done nothing (to my knowledge) wrong.  nope.  just seems that a certain fraternity house (ok, so no one gets completely confused, it's phi kappa tau) called concerning a certain guy (kenny, need i say more?) who was kinda mia out in california.  seems one of his brothers called today & left a message on the machine asking jen to call him cuz kenny's threatening suicide or something.  turns out that kenny stole money from his brothers (ummm, yea, so much for the whole fraternity thing there) & his land lady, & not only that, he has a warrant out for his arrest in the state of new jersey.  so yea, jenny decides to get involved because no one else knows where he is.  so i dunno, it's like this major sting, or something going down as kenny is under the belief jenny is on an airplane on the way to california to save him this moment, but he'll find cops there instead.  *sigh* the last time someone told me they were going to jump off a cliff, i told them to go right ahead!

    i'll keep you posted on what happens with this whole scenerio.   oh, jen's on the phone now.  must be informant time.  yippie.

    it's hard to believe it's been a year since terror & tragedy shocked the united states of america.  that one year ago, numerous innocent lives would be lost, & we would be faced with the questions of "why?".  where was i last september eleventh?  it was a normal day for me...i didn't have to work until 10am, so it meant a little extra sleep for me.  since i woke up before anything had happened, the radio was playing the same morning music & i went about my typical morning routine of getting ready for work.  it wasn't until 8:58am when i got the call from my sister (who was at work at the rutgers student center pizza & coffee shop) that i even had an idea of what had happened.  she called frantically, asking for info about what had just happened to one of the trade center buildings, since she had heard from one of her managers that there had been an accident of some sort that had occured.  that's when i saw the second plane going into the other building.  to believe that this was happening in our country was so unreal.  i couldn't stay & watch the tv though, so off i went to work.

    the local radio station turned to broadcasting all the news, so from 10-3, i heard the news of the towers finally falling, the crash into the pentagon, & the plane that went down in shanksville, pa.  shocked customers looked for someone to talk to, one lady knew of nothing that had happened & wondered why everyone was in such a state of shock, my coworker bibi cried wondering why a country with such freedom was being attacked, & frantic people searched for ways to reach friends & loved ones.  my sister consoled her managers through out the day, as they feared the worst for family & friends that held jobs in the twin towers.  my sister cried as she recalled how a girl came in to get coffee, & inquired about what was happening, only to break into tears knowing that she had lost her older sister, a woman only a few years older then her that held a job on the 103rd floor of tower one.  we worried for the whereabouts of friends & their family, later to luckily find out that everyone was safe.  my sister's best friend: her father, who worked on the 84th floor of tower one, was on vacation that week; her sister, who worked on the 78th floor of tower two, called out sick that day; & her brother, who had spent late monday night at windows on the world, who was visiting some of the landmarks in nyc, planning to go back to the trade center that morning, changed his mind at the last minute & went to the empire state building.  my coworker devon, who took a train to the trade center every morning to get to school, who arrived right before the planes had crashed.

    then there were the days that followed.  my mom, looking in horror at a newspaper which featured the pictures of the suspected hijackers, threw the paper on the table & told everyone that she had seen some of the men just 6 months earlier, in the nearby hospital where she worked.  the sadness for all the parents she realized she knew that had lost someone in their family...husbands left with year old babies, & pregnant women left in a world without their husbands.  kenny's guardian grandmother, a friendly woman whom we had met just a month earlier at a funeral for her son who had passed suddenly, off on a vacation  with her lifelong friend, on one of the planes that had crashed into the world trade center.  a faithful & friendly customer whom jenny always helped, tragically killed in one of the towers.

    here we are, one year later.  still united.  with so many unanswered questions.

    september eleventh.

    alright, so, can anyone please tell me what's up with my sister?  i think if she has to survive more than a day without talking to her boyfriend she would die.  plus, he's kinda freaking me out...he keeps referring to me as *sis*.  dude, this is the same thing kenny called me before he got engaged to jenny...so should i fear something bad is gonna happen & that this is a sign?  i don't think the guy's even been seeing jenny for a month, so that's pretty creepy that he already thinks of me as his big sis.  *cringe*.  i dunno.  i just dunno.

    that & you find out the hard way that your sister has perfect timing.  say, when someone calls you & she decides to dissapear so you are forced to help every single customer by yourself.  but, wait, what about your phone call?  well, you see, that's history since you have no one to help you & you need to become wonder woman.  ugh it's sad to think that even spongebob squarepants has more intelligence!  thank God i have tomorrow off...i dunno what i'd do if i had to spend yet another day in that place without a break.

     jenny's been bitching cuz she believes that she has to spend every waking moment with joe, like they have some deep connection or shit like that.  hello, like, do i get to spend anytime with my sweetie?  yea right, i forgot, officemax has claimed all my free hours to their benefit.  yea, i had to work on labor day.  6 hours.  i had to deal with mind numbing "where's the bathroom?" question, one after another.  screaming kids, pissed off parents, oh, & yes, the occassional teenager that thinks they are big shit.  did people ever think that maybe i get tired of hearing stupid questions all day long?  i think officemax is going to be the key to the loss of my sanity, if i have any to begin with.  oh, just in case you didn't know, i ended up putting this nice 3 inch long burn mark on my stomach from the iron on saturday.  i was kinda in a daze, & it just kinda happened.  it looks bad.  i actually think i got a pretty serious burn at one of the points of it.  *sigh*.  idiot i be.  anyways, more later.  i need sleep.  like bad.