BrokenSaint
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I remember that day pretty fairly clearly actually. Unusual, because for some reason, whenever catastrophic events happen, despite difficulties with sleep throughout my life, I'm always friggin sleeping, and disoriented as hell (Oklahoma? Check, out cold, Columbine, Check, comalike state, etc). This day was no exception, though I remember the conversation that started the day exactly. As I realize my writing style can come off as quite humorous, and this is always going to be an exceptionally touchy subject, please keep in mind, I'm writing of things as they occured, and being as descriptive as I generally try to be, rather than being disrespectful. Coming off a 3 day run, cramming the hell out of all the information I could into my brain on synesthesia (topic of a paper idea I had). 3rd night we ended up playing CoC (Call of Cthulhu, fun rpg) I hit the bed several hours before, to read laying down (if you've ever been up that long, everything starts to ache), and blessed oblivion took me. Fast forward somewhere around 9am. BANG BANG BANG Me: MRuffllefuckyougowaynowbad "Dude Wake the fuck up it's important" Me: *grumble grumble* *WHAM* fucking legs not working ugh *picks self up off floor* *stomp stomp stomp* *SWING* *SLAM* *GLOWER* WHAT?! IT'S BEEN 3 GODDAMN DAYS HOW IMPORTANT CAN SOMETHING BE?! "Turn on your tv" Me: You wake me for tv...............? "Just do it" Me: *looking at him* This had better be the fucking *click* apocal-*looks at tv*.......what the fuck? "Yeah" Me: What the fuck happened? "Plane crash" Me: Into a fucking skyscraper?! "yes" *imaginary crickets* BOOM *2nd plane hits* Unison: Holy shit what the fuck?! "That wasn't a replay" Me: This is bad. "yes" So I went for some reason, out on campus clad valorously in traditional ceremonial college garb of bathrobe shorts I tossed on, and cthulhu slippers, to go find my girlfriend at the time, because I figured she would need some emotional comfort right then, as I was reasonably certain one of her cousin's worked in that general area. Went up to her work, and they were watching it there. Thankfully her cousin was not dead, we were pretty sure. He had been let go a month before, confirmed later. We went back to my room and a bunch of other friends had gathered. We sat and watched most of the day, things getting more and more surreal. We all were reasonably creeped the fuck out by the speaker of the house (we misheard them, rather than Hastert, we thought they said Speaker of the House, Hastur, which caused me to ponder exactly when an unnameable horror from beyond time was elected to the house), and generally just living in freaky ass nightmareworld at the general moment, the general presiding feeling over which was wanting to turn large amounts of desert real estate into a large picturesque bay window to the center of the earth. College president called for an emergency assembly out in the campus park, called off events and such, reassured people that it would be unlikely for a college to be a target ever for this sort of thing, not to panic, pray for those involved, and basically what you'd expect. We were all a bit on edge if something were to happen to Berwick, since they crashed in PA at various points people were pretty nervous. It was a loong fucked up day. Later on that week had a toast with friends to the Pyrrhic heroes of the one that went down in PA while they were storming the cockpit.
< Message edited by BrokenSaint -- 6/6/2009 3:22:25 AM >
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In the name of progress, In the name of madness Drum beats faster Crowd shouts louder and chaos replaces order VnV Nation - Nemesis
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