In 38 days I'mma be in California :3 I'm so excited. Going to be coming from Pittsburgh airport to San Francisco airport then driving to Galt. (Visiting a friend in the area )

I'm going to be sure to take a lot of pictures both with my Sony & my Holga. I'm going to start using 35mm rather than just start using Polaroid as well. There's so much I can still do with Holga I haven't tried yet. Might as well master it the best I can. I mean, 120 is $11 to develop in my area when I can go to Walmart & get 35mm developed at $7 a roll. No-brainer to me.

Had an awesome Thanksgiving with my family so now it's back to school work. I really can't wait till Christmas break. I hate school I can look forward to the second semester though; I'm taking a web designing course for the hell of it. Maybe digital photog as well if I get my request in on time. All of this on top of swimming, gah. I really need to get my mind out of the gutter & stop screwing around on the net.

Everything is just...I don't even know.

I'm failing in Math, my two male bettas are deathly ill with a fungus that my family & are trying to cure, I don't feel well at all.

I hope things turn around soon. Everything is so gloomy.

Well. I now have my own digital camera

Funny story you see. Last year, my dad got a new digital camera to replace the one I supposedly broke but that was almost 5 years old already. he went to Philadelphia with it, but couldn't find it when he came back home. So, he said whoever found it could keep it after he got another one.

Then on Thursday, as I was looking for the newer family camera, I found the old camera bag strap in the back. I went to grab it thinking the new one was in it. Turns out, that It was the old one in perfect condition while the new one was in the other closet.

So I get to keep the new one! Yaee~

I don't write many entries here on deviantART. I do make the effort to post at least one entry on the 9/11 anniversaries. This year was the eighth. It seems like every year that goes by as I observe this day of mourning, that I find that I cry less. Though the heart aches never dull.

While I did not know any one who was killed in the attacks, the crash of Flight 93 in Shanksville, PA hit very close to home. Literally. I've been to the site. It's a serene and windy place. I left my prized Pittsburgh Penguins hat there. I'm hoping to go back and leave flowers some time.

My uncle had worked in the D.C. Mint at the time of the 9/11 attacks and saw the damage that had been done to the Pentagon from the Mint's roof. That, to me, is very chilling.

Another year I've grown and built upon these thoughts. After the attacks, on Wednesday, September 12th, 2001; I went to school. It was a day to draw in our journals. I drew the towers collapsing. Apparently I had been the only one as I witnessed teachers looking through my notebooks rather concerned and I had been called to the office.

I had always been a mature person. And I do not blame the past few years of depression on the attacks of 9/11. But, I do believe that me being me, having such a complex understanding of the world already, that it forced me to grow up faster. I don't regret it. But, sometimes I wonder. How different would I be if I had not realized the significance in the loss of life on this day eight years ago? It was the moment on T.V., at eight years old, when I saw the towers fall for the God knows how many times repeated, that I would join the armed forces and fight for my country when I became of age. My decision has not swayed since.

Right now, all I have left to say is that everyone who died that day, in New York, Virginia & Pennsylvania, are not only my heroes, but America's heroes. Let their souls rest in peace.