2002-09-11/3:51 p.m.

life goes on, whether you want it to or not

i met many people today while helping out the picture people on picture day. most of the people i hated because they made me work.

i didnt hate a few people. one boy i rather liked. he was called tyler. i think hes in grade ten. he is cute and he has a very nice smile. he kept grinning at me and thanking me for finding his card thing for him and telling him what to do with his picture package order form dealie. he just stood in front of me and smiled a quirky smile. i smiled and told him that he could go into any line for pictures, that it didnt mattter which line he went in. he thanked me and didnt move. i went on to helping some loud obnoxious grade tens. when i looked back at tyler, he was still there, smiling in a coy way. its very rare to find a boy that is coy, much less a cute teenaged boy.

i shall never see him again.

i cannot think of anything to say in regards to 9/11, so i shall just insert the song i wrote about it, many months after.

People are clutching hope to their aching hearts

They're reaching out, reaching for comfort, support

Beginning to understand real pain

Children all over the world

Don't have anything to eat

They watch their families starve

That's how they'll die too

A few bad apples grew on our tree

So we dug up its roots

And we burned its leaves

Oh oooh

People are clutching fear to their broken hearts

They're reaching up, grasping for answers

Beginning to understand real hate

People all over our world

Don't have much of anything to eat

They watch as their nation starves

Their tree of life, slowly whittled away

*They hit us where it hurts

So we want them on their knees

Pray to God that the end

Justifies the means

Spoiled apples grew on our tree

So we dug it up by its roots

And we set fire to its leaves

(1st time only)Oh Oh

*Repeat from

Oh, a few bad apples grew on our tree

So we dug up its roots

And we burned its leaves

Oh Oh