March 21st, 2003

illo me

so weird...

Earlier today, Marc came in from his student teaching and told me about how right before he walked by, some kid jumped out of Anderson and killed himself.

Thought to myself, "Geez. That sucks."

A few hours later, I was over Aymon's and he got an email that Temple sent out to everyone about it. Turns out it was Kishan, a guy who lived on the same floor as Aymon, Mike, and I. He lived a few doors down from me last year. I only talked to him a handful of times the entire year and Aymon was much closer friends with him than I was, but it's still really weird to know that someone you once talked is no longer alive.

Between this and this bullshit war we're going through with up to the minute TV coverage, is it just me or is life seeming less real as time goes on, and more like a movie?