It has been ten years now. Ten years of terror, and it all started on a tuesday on September 9/11. I was probably 9 years old or 8 maybe, but I do remember I was in 4th grade back then. Amazingly my school didn't go all crazy and turn on all the TV's and showed the towers collapsing. I saw all of that right when I got home. When I saw the planes crashing at the world trade center, I said to my dad is Jacksonville under attack? I know that was one of the stupidest questions I have ever asked, but I was a really weird kid. And I was terribly confused over what I was watching. I had no idea what was going on until I watched more about what happened. And my second question was, who did this? And right on Q, shows the Man whom I would despise the next ten years. Osama Bin Laden and his henchman of Al Queida. This was also the very point of where I had a deep hatred over people of Arabic descent. Calling them Terrorists, Suicide bombers, Jihad whores, and wife beaters. I was young, arrogant, and acting like a retarded American whore. I also learned that some people I know lost loved ones on 9/11, and it really pained me to know that they have to go everyday knowing the fact that they lost an important part to their lives. And in my mind the only thing that would make them feel better was to have Bin Laden captured.
Years passed, a new President took place, and a crappy recession took place, I given up hope knowing that Bin Laden was never going to get captured, as well with my American pride. I didn't care about anything with America, or Religion, or the terrorists. Only Metal was my satisfaction. But when I herd Bin Laden was killed on 5/1, my old obnoxious American self was dug back to the grave. I was just amazed that they had finally killed them. I still hoped that he would still be alive for the Seals to torture him, but he gotten an easier death than all of those who perished on 9/11. But what is most important is that justice has been done. Those souls are now put to rest. Before I went to bed last night, I soon found out not only America was mourning, but the whole world was mourning. That was the very moment where I literally broke down. Me and of course all Americans will never forget what happened on 9/11. My Grandmother totally knew what it was like, she had Pearl Harbor. But it took 5 years to defeat the Japanese in her Generation, my Generation is still fighting to defeat Terrorism. Right now I feel like a total jerk to what I said about Muslims over the past 10 years. To know that they get persecuted everyday after what happened on 9/11. I now know that a lot of them are very nice, and hospitable. Part of the Muslim charm. But those who use their teachings to act on violence is just sick. I still have mixed feelings over Muslims. But I'm sorry and respect those who are Muslim, and live in America. They're just normal people trying to live the American dream.
Now aside from all that emotional 9/11 drama let's talk about what I happened after I posted my other post before. Yes i'm still struggling to cope the fact that my Dog has been put to sleep from a golfball sized Tumor. It does suck, but it also inspired me to later on in life to help out Dogs from broken homes, and from poverty. I love Dogs, and my Dog mickey was probably my best friend I ever had. Of course he annoyed the living crap with his barking, it is so quiet not hearing him. Plus I'm so thankful for having such amazing Friends who gave me their sympathies. I helped them out over impossible obstacles with my positive attitude. Now they're returning the favor, and that is the very beauty of my amazing personality.
I also went to Mayhem fest at West Palm where it has hard rock, and extreme Metal Bands perform to the masses. My friend Emily got a backstage pass to one of the three stages, and snuck me in. And I stumbled into the band members of All Shall Perish, and Suicide Silence. Literally was the best day of my life. I was like a kid in a candy store chilling with them. I was living the rockstar life. Groupies and all.......except for the tech guy for Suicide Silence hitting on my friend which was creepy.
My Brooklyn attitude boss was sadly fired from my job. Probably because that his stress levels affected us big time. Even though he was a bomb ready to explode at anytime, we really did bond this year. Unlike last year where it was a trial by fire, we really did become friends, and he made me the badass I totally am. Plus gotten extra kudos for going to Mayhem to see Godsmack his favorite band. I will miss his anal fetish talk, his Brooklyn attitude, and his singing voice. He will be greatly missed.
Aside from all that my second semester is almost over, have to study my ass off instead of slacking off, my Grandma is living with us for the month, and cannot wait to get Gears of war 3 to come out Baby!!!
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