I'm watching my roommates bake a cake. I'm not allowed to help since I slept late and didn't go to the hot dog stand with them for lunch. Judging by how they are struggling deciding which pan to use and flouring the bottom of the pan, I think they'll regret that descion later. That makes my only option to watch from the bar and act like I'm really NOT watching.
Honestly though, I would have still opted to sleep late anyway. Wait. No. I do kind of wish I would have woken up to watch the 9/11 tributes that were interrupted because someone can't mind their own business (or the Coast Guard's).
I want to say that it's hard to believe that it has been 8 years since the tragic 9/11 events, but I cant. So much has occured since then to better each and every american and to progress ourselves past; it can seem like a lifetime to some because of how many lonely nights they have spent without their loved ones, and others it feels like a lifetime because of how much they have lived and changed. I was young in 2001. 12 to be exact; old enough to remember, but too young to understand and grasp the real gravity of what really happened. I wish I blogged back then, that way I would have written down my thoughts. It would be nice to be able to remember what I thought at such a young age.