| 14 October 2002 11:54 pm Monday This sniper needs to get caught NOW. The latest shooting tonight - not verified, but most likely his 9th kill - happened in the parking lot (connected to the Home Depot) of my favorite dim sum place that I'm at quite often. More importantly, the shooting happened just over one mile from my mom's house. Thankfully, my mom and Bob are in the PI, but my kid brother is still there. Actually, he was driving home about the time it happened. This is stupid. I don't get the 15+ mile cushion of all the other shootings. This is a mile from my mom's, and about 8 from my dad's, in a shopping center I go to all the time. This is MY area. It's not like I was feeling invulnerable or anything, but I did have the cushion before. What's so bad about this is that it had already affected my psyche. When I was at the gas station on Friday (right before I found out about that day's shooting) I was constantly looking around just to see what was going on. I check out my surroundings all the time, actually, both to make sure I'm not a target, and just to find any clues should something happen near me. I was trying to figure out the best gas station to go to... speaking of which, the gas station next to the police dept. was packed that day. I wasn't afraid, exactly, but highly aware of my surroundings. Now it's too close to home. Literally. I don't like it. And it's random... it's not like this sniper character has a thing against a certain race or gender. The sniper kills whomever happens to be there. Before I had that cushion... everything happened no where near anywhere I go regularly. It's not that I didn't care before, it's that it's too close now. This person needs to be caught. In other news of my life, it's my fall break, and I've spent most of it shopping! Yay! I figured that I should slowly start building a work wardrobe now, instead of buying a whole lot all at once when I get a job. Speaking of which, looking for jobs sucks! Lol. But all in all, my life is still going pretty well. |
| howl call it a journal, or something like that |