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I left at 6AM to go up to Eary, PA, where one of my good friends is buried, paid my respects to her. Took my boom box, played her favorite song..., well, I didn't like the music, but it was for her. I'm not really like that emotional, but the story with her is pretty sad, and I don't know if death really can see the living, but I do think the dead see the living as much as we see them. So I gave my time to her. Even if I didn't see her, she may have seen me.

I went back down to Bucks County, I paid my respects to a local memorial, then I got home, went out to dinner with my mom and my brothers girlfriend. No real meaning behind it, we were hungry and had nothing to eat in the house, and it's rare to spend time with my mom, so why not. In the end, one thing I did learn bout 9/11 is the small things matter.

But yes, I'm so sick of hearing it on the news, seems as if it's been 9/11/01 every day since it's happened, never came to 9/12.

I turned the tv on for a little bit today to figure out why the hell it was so damn windy, took bout 2 hours till I finally got the idea..., just a hurricane out to shore. Should of went to the beach today, could of got some good waves.

hey, looks like its time for me to go to bed, i'm tired, later

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I spent the day (after work and such responsibilities) going out to celebrate a loved one's birthday. There wasn't anything new happening with the WTC stuff, just memorials and such... I don't need to read newspapers or watch TV to remember.

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I attempted to avoid eveything as much as possible. Concentrated on work, and writing a new punk song about our homeland security's "color coding system"
I think this upset my mother, because she was doing two services (she's a minister) one downtown and one at her church that I didn't attend. I grieve in my own manner. In fact, this is probably the first time I've admitted (even to myself!) that I WAS grieving. Up until this morning, I've taken a much more cynical attitude twards it. Even though I feel quite strongly about our responsibility in what happened, it doesn't take away the fact that 3000 or so innocent people died for WHATEVER reason.

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