it's funny how much shit we take for granted.

i worry about my mom and how stressed out she is, and how stessed out i am because of her. i worry about christmas presents, about school, about packing up cloths for this stupid trip im taking...and none of it matters really, but damn it feels important sometimes...

not today. someone i know died in iraq this last week. not a close friend, someone that admittedly i met through the myspace, a friend of a friend. someone that i had talked to a great deal, if only via the internet, met once, and someone that i really liked and respected.

it makes it all feel very real, and very unfair. brings it all closer. while i was being upset that my 70 some year old grandmother had passed and wouldn't be around for christmas, his parents were learning that their 20 some year old son was gone forever.

really, no one should ever have to bury their children...

i wish him, all his family, and all his friends and loved ones peace, and i hope that our country will soon stop fighting for this cause that i have not yet been able to understand, so that we can spare more parents and loved ones of this tragedy.

we'll miss you evan.