Listening to: Parachutes - Coldplay
I read back over a whole bunch of entries.
Apparently I have a lot more anger built up than I thought. Or maybe it's because I only write in here when I'm angry? That's probably it. Either way, anyone who reads this is probably going to think I need anger management like woah. I don't, I promise.
Hey, this dropbox thing is pretty damn sweet, I kinda like it.
Hush Sound? Alright.
I'm this close to going to Montreal. How awesome.
I'm also visiting Rachael in London in two weeks. I'm terrfied to find that we have nothing in common anymore? I don't think that'll happen though.
Michael got to watch jets circle his house.
Today is 9/11. This is odd. Seven years ago, I was at home on my couch, watching the news. I remember that day pretty clearly, all things considered. We never found anything out until lunch time, when our principal casually mentioned it over lunch. We thought he was a terrorist. I would not be surprised.
The weirdest thing about that day though, was the silence. Not like, super silence. But I am a pilot by birth, and by nature, and I am always listening for the sounds of prop planes through the sky, especially at school, because back then, school wasn't far from the airport. And chances were, the person flying the plane was someone I knew, or my dad. I used to be so good, I could almost tell you what kind of plane it was, just from the sound of it going overhead.
It was a gorgeous summer day, I know that much.
There wasn't a plane in the sky.