8 years ago, today, I was sitting on a gym floor wishing that the other students around me would quiet down, and sit in their lines, so that we wouldn't get into trouble. I was 14, a high school freshman, and I was concerned about open house scheduled for later that night. I hadn't got much sleep the night before, and I knew that with the open house, I wouldn't be getting much that night, either.

Around 9:30/9:45, the coach still hadn't come out, and I was getting antsy, along with my classmates, when the three coaches and their students assistants rolled out a television on a cart. It was on some news channel or other, and I thought that the class across the gum was going to watch a video on sportsmanship or health, or some other such nonsense. Then one of the student assistants ran over to us and told us that the World Trade Center had been hit by a plane and a bomb went off in the Pentagon. Now, I was 14, and I clearly remember not believing them. I thought it was a joke, so I rolled my eyes and moved on. The rest of the class was soon gathered around the television, and I eventually joined them when I saw that none of them were in trouble for not sitting in their lines.

I saw the second tower get hit on the news while the reporters were talking, and I remember them being shocked when they realized that it wasn't a replay of the first tower. I honestly don't remember if what I saw then was a replay of it actually happening, or the actual event in real time, all I know is that it seemed surreal.

I remember the announcement over the intercom about what had happened when I made it to my next class, and I remember them saying that open house was canceled. I remember my classmates cheering. It didn't seem real, see. We were still thinking about our falling grades, and the stress of our parents meeting our teachers and the lack of time to complete assignments for the following day.

I remember finally understanding when I went to third period (Speech) and we did nothing but watch news coverage of the events.  It wasn't a bomb in the Pentagon, and apparently, there were other targets. Lunch was a somber affair, and none of us really wanted to be out of the classrooms away from the televisions. We immediately went back and watched silently, trying to understand.

Fourth period was geometry, and it was out in a hot portable and I remember expecting to come into more television coverage of the events. We did math, because our teacher said that nothing else had changed, and we had to learn our proofs.

I can't say that I really understood what it meant that regular people went to work like everyday of their lives, and then the building erupted in flames around them, or collapsed on top of them. I still don't know if I can comprehend what happened to normal families all over New York and Washington, DC. I just remember events as I remember them.

Top 5 Doctor Who characters who should get their own show. (and that means different shows)

(I've only seen select bits of Old School Who, so all my choices will be limited but...

( there are pics... And Huge News about me :) )

I mentioned wanting to go see "Julie and Julia" this Friday, and bro protested on the grounds that "G.I. Joe" comes out that same night.

Me: The only reason I want to see that is because of--
Bro: Christopher Eccleston?
Me: I want to be able to yell out "Doctor! Why are you doing these horrible things?!"
Bro: It should end with everything exploding and Christropher Eccleston walking calmly out and into the TARDIS. That's the twist ending. The Doctor is actually the head of Cobra. It turns out, Cobra is actually out to save the world.

So tired. Need sleep. Want to work on series... too tired.

I have one ending that I'd like to do, but then everyone would hate me. Also, I don't wanna, even though I do.  Urgh.

*nods off*

Sleep now, bad ideas later.

I'm in a lot of pain today, probably due to the weather, and I have a very fun eight hour shift weekend ahead of me.(8 today, 8 tomorrow, 8 the next day.) I am grateful for the pay, but not when I am a mere flex away from a migraine.

I was injured in a car accident when I was 16 (all soft tissue damage), and now I cannot sleep right with my neck. I woke up this morning lopsided. And my entire right side is in lock up mode. Joy.

Need Advil. Lots of Advil. (I follow label instructions, don't worry)

Also, have you heard? Ten II is a better kisser than Ten. We shouldn't be surprised, should we?

( shopping details )

Then we went to get Dad a birthday present: Happy Birthday, Daddy! (Seriously, this is what he wanted. I appreciate relatives with cheap taste.) And now I've got to figure out how to make a cake with the very few ingredients we have around... I may just have to give up and go shopping again, ugh. I hope Dad and Mom have a great time in Disney on their birthday/anniversary trip. I love my parents, even though I complain.  It comes with being twenty-two I suppose. 27 years of marriage. More power to ya.

( Bro thoughts )
I also got the first HP book in paperback, which irks me. But, it was cheaper that way. So, I shall commence reading after the cake is in the oven. I originally thought I'd listen to the audio version, but I saw the download price and I nearly swallowed my tongue. Not to mention it was frickin' 8 hours long. No. Just, no. So, me reading a bendy paperback book how many years late?

They destroy all that is good in life. If I laugh I'm in pain. If I try to read/write I'm in pain (The things I do for you people). If I try to watch TV I'm in pain. Ugh.

( More 11 talk, costume spoilers )

( Bro on Who (old school and new) )

So, today, I went to start my car  so that I could get to work on time (I was already running a tad behind), and it didn't start. I tried again. No Luck. I ran back inside (running a little more behind) and told bro to take me to work. He then decided it was necessary to change his entire outfit before driving me to my job. (Okay, okay, so he was putting on his belt, socks/shoes, watch, getting his wallet, etc. You get the idea) We finally get to my job (miraculously on time), and I realize that I have no money and no lunch... I end up eating a candy bar for dinner. My boss has under staffed us for close, and joy of joys, we have customers hanging around thirty minutes after our official close time. My mom (who very nicely drove out to pick me up from work) is stuck outside in my dad's SUV with his work crap that he needs, while we close the store late. Long story short, my entire family made it to the store today at some point or other.

How much longer do I have to work retail?

Things to do once I get an actual honest to God (if modest, I'm not naive) paycheck:

1) Get new Laptop before Seymour here explodes
2) Get new car before Minnie explodes
3) Move out of my parents house before I explode

Obviously, these will not happen all at once or even in close proximity, but if I am able to accomplish even one of these by the end of this year? *dances*

The less explosions the better.

I just passed my FINAL test. *dances embarrassingly* And then got home and got my assignment for the Time in Flux ficathon..... *incomprehensible nervous gurgling*

But I'm in a such a good mood that the nervous is overshadowed by the squee.

Also, I feel like going to see a movie, today. Obviously, I will be avoiding HP like the plague, 'cause I already told a certain someone that I wouldn't see it until I'd read the books, and really the theaters will be packed. So, I think I might get my Simon Pegg squee on and be the oldest person on the audience not attached to an eight year old, and see Ice Age 3. I'm told it was much better than the first two, to which I responded "Duh! Simon Pegg."

Or, I might just continue my DW marathon, and bake cookies...

Poll #1430176 A very important matter
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Simon Pegg or David Tennant?

Should I do a voice post later?

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!

That is all.

I'm writing Girl in the Fireplace inspired fic...

In other news:

I got the Series 2 DVDs in the mail today :D

It amuses me that my family members are all fascinated even though Mom keeps saying "I can't understand them!" Which of course makes me think of this:

Sounds like the title for the next Sci Fi (Sy Fy) original movie, lol.

It was a terrifying fifteen minutes let me tell you. The dog wouldn't even go in there. Dad to the rescue!

I will never sit on the swing again, nor will I ever go out there barefoot.

Snagged from everyone:

Inspired by Doctor Who's "Turn Left:" Pick one of my stories and tell me a point in the tale that you'd change -- something tiny or big -- and I'll tell you how that one difference would have altered the course of the entire story.

( Bad day with awkwardness and insults... )

I forgot how much I was in love with Steve Urkel.( Believe me, it only goes downhill from here. )

...than chasing shoplifters. The lady dropped her stuff (including her own purse) grabbed her children, and ran out the front door.

I am apparently very scary looking, lol.

After a day of refolding the same display over, and over, and over again, I have a great idea!

You unfold it, you bought it.

Brilliant, eh?

Poll #1424836 The
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Should the GAP adopt this as their new policy?

When I was in high school, I would leave English class with whatever style of lit/speech pattern stuck in my head for the rest of the day. (It was at the end of the day for me, so I would ride home on the bus with Shakespearean sonnets running through my brain)

Why is this relevant?

I am watching Tin Man, which catyuy threatened me encouraged me to watch. She is abusive I tell you. Beat me over the head when I didn't know what Return to Oz was. I still don't... but I'm afraid to go back without knowing... She's tiny big and scary I tell you! I only beat her in height by about 6".... and in weight by about 100lbs...

I am now thinking in cryptic, scary poems. (I would share but they are tragically bad. )

I so love these types of things, lol.  Imagination is your friend, people.

Just got through part 1. Costuming in this is very fun. As are the Wizard of Oz references. Makes me want to rewatch the original just to squee and annoy others in my house who would want the TV.

How do people fail these? I must understand this. Teachers that I have had in the past failed these exams multiple times...

I have the solution to crummy teachers:

Don't let them retake the exams.

Holy crap. You'd have to be a moron with a hangover.

Also, I wrote my essay on Star Trek... I'm not even kidding. I was intellectual on my subject area exam. On this one? I just had fun. It was a well put together, coherent, organized essay, it was just centered around Star Trek. Because I'm that awesome.