I want to write about what's going on in my life, but personally, I can't bring up a topic in my life that is even a little important compared to the tragedies in Mississippi, New Orleans, and the neighboring areas.

I don't even know why I care so much... I mean, this kind of stuff (suicide bombings, earthquakes, floods, etc.) happens all the time and people die everyday... Usually, I'm a little indifferent to all of this. Sure, I sigh and feel bad, but it feels so far away and so irrelevant to me that I usually forget about it after a few seconds... Even 9/11 didn't shake me so much until I gave it months and years to soak in...

It's a little different this time... I feel guilty talking about my little insignificant life when I know people are going through some serious struggles out there. At the same time, there are probably millions and millions of people suffering throughout the world, but they're almost secondary at this point. (Where are the memories of the tsunami? Where are the prayers for its victims?) So, I guess that proximity is one of the factors playing into all this... But there are certainly other things affecting me that I just can't pinpoint right now...

I was gonna write a little about retreat... I was gonna write about competition and how I'm so ugly inside when I just want to stick it to some people... I was gonna write about how I'm gonna stop playing basketball because one of my finger's so swollen... But seriously, these things are so petty... They make me sick...

I hope I'm not being self-righteous right now...

Eh, knowing myself, I probably am... So ugly...

What's left? Prayer.

Eh, I don't even do enough of that myself... So hypocritical...

And still... Prayer.