scary stuff. blah. ok so i almost started crying yesterday before work watching the news. it was a story on the local army/air force/reserves/whatever shipping out to the middle east, and people saying goodbye and crying. so yeah, almost was crying. had to turn it off. today there’s been all kind of aerial maneuvers going on loudly around my house and stuff. i start to think, er try to imagine, what it must be like to be in a country under attack…like dresden in ww2 or iraq or whatever…that has to be like, the scariest thing ever…hearing planes fly above you, and the sound of explosions. ug. i am soooo anti war it’s not even funny. i’m anti war to the point where it would actually motivate me to do something – like protest or whatever. if i was in college, or in a place where i could find out protest plans etc, i’d totally be doing it.

i was 10 during the gulf war. totally didn’t understand what was happening really. all i remember is that when it started, i started keeping a war diary…i had this big great idea that i’d keep this diary about the war, and how i felt about the war, and someone would find it years later and think it was the greatest thing ever – like anne frank lol. well the diary lasted about 3 days. i have no idea what i had even written in it, but i know it was like short 1 liner things. and there was something about the prices of a barrel of oil. and this memory is like etched on my mind for some reason – but we were in 5th grade, mpp, and we were all concerned about the war. someone had a walkman, and we spent the lunch period getting war updates. i remember people shouting down the table that oil prices went up to blahblahblah$. it was like a BIG deal to us haha. around the lunch room doorway were a bunch of yellow stars that people had written names of friends or family who had been sent to the middle east. i asked if i could put my aunt on there because she lived in saudi arabia. i don’t think i ever did though.

i should call nate’s parents and ask them what they know about nate’s status if there is a war…from what he told me, if there was any kind of trouble or conflict in niger, they’d remove all the peace corpians…but i don’t know what would happen if it’s an iraq war. niger is a muslim country, so…bah. i don’t like this one bit. and i haven’t heard from him in over a month now. i know he’s probably in the process of moving at the moment, his 3 months of training is up. from his last letter it seemed like he wouldn’t write me til he was moved and settled in the village and life slowed down. i just hope he got/gets my stuff. he’s been gone as long as we had been together…the only thing i’m glad about is that time seems to really be flying. as adr put it the other day, i can’t believe it’s march already.

work was busy, and i was in the good pit, so i was happy. there was drama, so it was exciting hehe. and i got to hear like 2 minutes of eddie money doing sound check when i was checking my coat in the basement lol. Boy-Carolyn is officially “interested” in me. he was talking to me before he went on break, and my supervisors husband jeff came over and was like “stop hitting on the pit clerk. so b-c goes “i’m not hitting on her.” i’m like, oh great. so jeff goes “why not? she’s cute”, leading b-c to say that he was hitting on me the other night, gave me his phone number and everything. i’m like this is super. so then i walked past b-c coming back from break and he was like, i’m sorry i didn’t mean to embarass you down there. i’m like, its ok, dont worry about it. bah. i should tell him i haven’t called cuz i am phone-a-phobic.

so today…get dressed and stuff lol…work on the last few updates to the site. oh yeah, i updated and reorganized my picture page. it’s sorta like eric’s now, with the most recent pictures on the main page, then links to pictures categorized by year. but now i gotta do my custom error pages, since the server does them all for me YAY…and possibly see if i can get a guestbook working, cuz the server does that too hehe. so glad i switched servers. i work at 8…blah. but it’ll be busy again, and i’m breaker…