wait a minute
So this situation in Louisiana, Mississippi, and Alabama is just... incomprehensible. I feel complete, unaffected sympathy for all those who have been affected by it.
It's just so... eerie. It just makes me think of 9-11, which, in my eighth grade wisdom, I couldn't fully understand or appreciate what a huge deal it really was. And now with thousands dead, complete decimation of the mississippi gulf coast, damages estimated at around $25 billion, and the nation's most unique, colorful city sitting under 20 feet of water- this IS a bigger deal than 9-11... It just makes me want to join red cross and actually CONTRIBUTE something.
We had a jeans day at school where if we donated $1, we could wear jeans and a spirit shirt. I donated $10 of my own money, and I still feel like there's so much more that I could do.
But honestly, who's going to give their attention to one teenager's musings?
My cousin Chris lived in New Orleans. Obviously, he doesn't anymore. He got evacuated in time, but he couldn't take his dogs with him. He's pretty confident that they died. So I think he's going to be staying with my Aunt Carolyn, his mom, until the city has been drained- which they believe will take three months time to be completed.
The other day, our dean of students, Mr. Hayes was giving a school tour to some new junior who was wearing shorts. Of course, being the parochial-schooled morons that we are, we all wondered why he wasn't in dress code. Apparently his home was in New Orleans and he had just arrived in Michigan wearing the only clothes he owned. Now he's staying with relatives and will be going to CC until further notice.
It's simply mind blowing. Has anyone honestly seen pictures of what the Mississippi coast looks like? Beloxi and Gulf Port, which I have vacationed in before, are simply not there. They're gone. There's nothing.
How can entire cities just be erased?
We see this all the time in other countries, but because we're America, does that make us think that we're exempt from disaster? Are we all ethnocentrist to a certain extent? At least with 9-11, there was someone to blame. Now who do we blame? God? Should we consistently be looking to blame somebody because it gives some semblance of closure?
It seems that whenever a huge catastrophe occurs, I end up examining myself and realizing that I am a pampered, UNAPPRECIATIVE suburban kid. Honestly, what would any of us do in the situation that those outside the Superdome were placed in? I can remember during the notorious blackout of 2003, I just bitched, bitched, bitched until the power came back on. I had to endure 36 hours without electricity, and I thought my life was coming to an end. These people didn't have food, water, medicine--- necessities for SURVIVAL until Thursday.
We're so unconcerned in our protective bubble that seals us off from the rest of the world. We've had everything given to us; we only work so we have more money to spend on our luxuries. So in all seriousness, would we know how to survive in a state of anarchy? Because that's what has happened to the Big Easy. Katrina hit, and civilization simply dissipated.
I'm done. This is just making me thoroughly unhappy. So the rest of my enormous post will be dedicated to the petty happenings of my labor day weekend.
Last night, Catholic Central played London Catholic Central. We annihilated them. I think the score was 42-6. But we needn't get cocky (though telling CC football players not to get cocky is more or less the equivalent of telling Courtney Love to quit putting her inheritance from Kurt up her nose and in her arm- it ain't gonna happen), because that's probably the only game this season in which we will totally dominate.
But I predict a relatively decent season. I'm guessing that Brother Rice and St. Mary's will be the only games we lose.
After the game I hung out with Piss, Eric, Jyll, and Nick at Big Boy's for a bit. Can I please say that Piss is my hero? She's the only one who appreciates me humming the songs from the "Mean Girls" soundtrack.
HONESTLY, WHEN DID "MEAN GIRLS" TAKE OVER OUR LIVES?
It has, in all sincerity, provided us with an impressive portion of our vocabulary. Sad, but true. Actually- horrific, but true.
My insult archives have been significantly increased.
I mean come ON-
-fugly slut?
-grotsky little biotch?
-fat whore?
-skeez?
I'm considering making a Tina Fey shrine in my closet, complete with a statue comprised entirely of bubble gum.
QUOTES OF MY LIFE
Me: Look, guys! (points to chicken finger dangling by a tiny fiber of meat) Hope dangles on a string like slow spinning redemption.
Nick: Hold me now.... I'm six feet from the edge...
Me: Okay, that could NOT have been a bigger clash of music genres.
Nick: So, is there a P.J. Calamity's near here?
God, I love that kid. He's like a Martian.
I adore my friends. They make me so happy. We really shouldn't expose ourselves to the masses when we are all together. It's simply chaos. No one can deal with our infinite natures.
I'm randomly remembering last time we were at Big Boy's after Warped Tour. Our table divider kept popping up and this twenty-something girl was just laughing hysterically at us as we tried to pacify it- especially when we started screaming "THE POWER OF CHRIST COMPELS YOU!!!!"
I love randomers. I always make friends with them.
So anyways after we hung out with the Big Boy's crew, Nick and I visited Kaitlin... it was interesting to say the least!
I will just say one thing-
I am the black Moses.
...it should be fairly self explanatory.
I love how this entry made the transition from being morose and mildly thoughtful to containing insights of petty teen insanity.
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand LIFE.
It's just so... eerie. It just makes me think of 9-11, which, in my eighth grade wisdom, I couldn't fully understand or appreciate what a huge deal it really was. And now with thousands dead, complete decimation of the mississippi gulf coast, damages estimated at around $25 billion, and the nation's most unique, colorful city sitting under 20 feet of water- this IS a bigger deal than 9-11... It just makes me want to join red cross and actually CONTRIBUTE something.
We had a jeans day at school where if we donated $1, we could wear jeans and a spirit shirt. I donated $10 of my own money, and I still feel like there's so much more that I could do.
But honestly, who's going to give their attention to one teenager's musings?
My cousin Chris lived in New Orleans. Obviously, he doesn't anymore. He got evacuated in time, but he couldn't take his dogs with him. He's pretty confident that they died. So I think he's going to be staying with my Aunt Carolyn, his mom, until the city has been drained- which they believe will take three months time to be completed.
The other day, our dean of students, Mr. Hayes was giving a school tour to some new junior who was wearing shorts. Of course, being the parochial-schooled morons that we are, we all wondered why he wasn't in dress code. Apparently his home was in New Orleans and he had just arrived in Michigan wearing the only clothes he owned. Now he's staying with relatives and will be going to CC until further notice.
It's simply mind blowing. Has anyone honestly seen pictures of what the Mississippi coast looks like? Beloxi and Gulf Port, which I have vacationed in before, are simply not there. They're gone. There's nothing.
How can entire cities just be erased?
We see this all the time in other countries, but because we're America, does that make us think that we're exempt from disaster? Are we all ethnocentrist to a certain extent? At least with 9-11, there was someone to blame. Now who do we blame? God? Should we consistently be looking to blame somebody because it gives some semblance of closure?
It seems that whenever a huge catastrophe occurs, I end up examining myself and realizing that I am a pampered, UNAPPRECIATIVE suburban kid. Honestly, what would any of us do in the situation that those outside the Superdome were placed in? I can remember during the notorious blackout of 2003, I just bitched, bitched, bitched until the power came back on. I had to endure 36 hours without electricity, and I thought my life was coming to an end. These people didn't have food, water, medicine--- necessities for SURVIVAL until Thursday.
We're so unconcerned in our protective bubble that seals us off from the rest of the world. We've had everything given to us; we only work so we have more money to spend on our luxuries. So in all seriousness, would we know how to survive in a state of anarchy? Because that's what has happened to the Big Easy. Katrina hit, and civilization simply dissipated.
I'm done. This is just making me thoroughly unhappy. So the rest of my enormous post will be dedicated to the petty happenings of my labor day weekend.
Last night, Catholic Central played London Catholic Central. We annihilated them. I think the score was 42-6. But we needn't get cocky (though telling CC football players not to get cocky is more or less the equivalent of telling Courtney Love to quit putting her inheritance from Kurt up her nose and in her arm- it ain't gonna happen), because that's probably the only game this season in which we will totally dominate.
But I predict a relatively decent season. I'm guessing that Brother Rice and St. Mary's will be the only games we lose.
After the game I hung out with Piss, Eric, Jyll, and Nick at Big Boy's for a bit. Can I please say that Piss is my hero? She's the only one who appreciates me humming the songs from the "Mean Girls" soundtrack.
HONESTLY, WHEN DID "MEAN GIRLS" TAKE OVER OUR LIVES?
It has, in all sincerity, provided us with an impressive portion of our vocabulary. Sad, but true. Actually- horrific, but true.
My insult archives have been significantly increased.
I mean come ON-
-fugly slut?
-grotsky little biotch?
-fat whore?
-skeez?
I'm considering making a Tina Fey shrine in my closet, complete with a statue comprised entirely of bubble gum.
QUOTES OF MY LIFE
Me: Look, guys! (points to chicken finger dangling by a tiny fiber of meat) Hope dangles on a string like slow spinning redemption.
Nick: Hold me now.... I'm six feet from the edge...
Me: Okay, that could NOT have been a bigger clash of music genres.
Nick: So, is there a P.J. Calamity's near here?
God, I love that kid. He's like a Martian.
I adore my friends. They make me so happy. We really shouldn't expose ourselves to the masses when we are all together. It's simply chaos. No one can deal with our infinite natures.
I'm randomly remembering last time we were at Big Boy's after Warped Tour. Our table divider kept popping up and this twenty-something girl was just laughing hysterically at us as we tried to pacify it- especially when we started screaming "THE POWER OF CHRIST COMPELS YOU!!!!"
I love randomers. I always make friends with them.
So anyways after we hung out with the Big Boy's crew, Nick and I visited Kaitlin... it was interesting to say the least!
I will just say one thing-
I am the black Moses.
...it should be fairly self explanatory.
I love how this entry made the transition from being morose and mildly thoughtful to containing insights of petty teen insanity.
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand LIFE.