Five years later

I still remember where I was when 9/11 happened. I was in eighth grade at Clayton Middle. It must've happened while I was in math, but I found out about it in art. It was a complete shock. Now, five years later, we're stuck in the wrong country and still haven't found the jerk who sent those guys to kill us. That is just plain pathetic.

We need something to cheer us up. Here's just the thing: Numa Numa II!