Sean @ MindSay

I just remembered I never posted these, oops.

This was on Brand New day :]

Good morning ;)


For me to hold my camera properly, I should have been on the other side of her.


lol so I found that thing on his head in the backseat of Jill's car and I had an idea.
"Sean!!! PLEASE PUT THIS ON!"
". . .but won't I look like Jesus?"
"EXACTLY!"




On our way to Tampaaa. (too much Florida sunshine :[ )






lol at least Sean looks good in all three of those!

My beautiful ticket <3


The Ritz Bathroom<3


I cannot aim when there is more than two people in a shot, true story:




After the amazingly sick show:




And this is me with blonde hair, if you haven't already seen:

Animation header.


Hostages EP Album Cover
 

So all day, something felt weird to me.  I felt like today was something important, but I couldn't figure out what about March 23rd meant something to me.  And I knew it wasn't something GOOD, like getting my cat or my acceptance to the college of my dreams.  I felt bad things when I thought about the date.  I went home, and I kept thinking about it.

An hour later, I was on newsday.com, researching.    This is what I finally remembered:
http://pqasb.pqarchiver.com/newsday/access/315904341.html?dids=315904341:315904341&FMT=ABS&FMTS=ABS:FT&date=Mar+24%2C+2003&author=Indrani+Sen+and+Joseph+Mallia.+STAFF+WRITERS&pub=Newsday&edition=&startpage=A.03&desc=2+Men+Die%2C+1+Hurt+in+Car+Crash

In case that doesn't work, today marks 6 years since THE accident.  I remember I had been talking online to Lenny when we found out that Sean was dead.  Sean and Billy...wow.  And just how bad John must have felt being the only one to survive ... wow.  That's still a hard subject.  It was a Sunday when we found out, and then school the next day was AWFUL.  Donna; I remember trying to be there for Donna and just failing miserably; she was inconsolable. 

This past summer I went to a block party, and this guy came over to me and was like, "I know you" and we talked a little bit about how that might be possible, and it ended up being Danny Travers.  Thank G-d I hadn't said, "oh, Sean" when he was telling me about where he lived (around the corner from me) and I was finally able to place him; I would have started crying just thinking that I had called this kid by his dead brother's name. Is that lame?  I don't know how he reacts to things about his brother 5/6 years later, especially brought up by some girl who didn't know him ver well.  I don't really know John, I ONLY knew Billy as Danny Lackner's big, tall brother, but the Travers'... honestly lived 5 houses away if you counted around the corner, and though we were never 'friends' they always offered me rides to school if they saw me walking.  Danny at first, and then when he graduated, I guess it was Sean. 

I wish I had taken it.  I happen to know that I missed out on getting to know QUITE an individual.

Yesterday was our 25th anniversary . We decided on steaks at the "Outback" and a movie.
I asked my husband if he would watch "Milk" with me. It's stars Sean Penn and is the story of one of Americas first openly gay politicians Harvey Milk. He said "Ok" with a big sigh.
I got to thinking , you know, it might not be such a good idea to watch Milk with him. Even though he believes in total equality for everyone, he can't stand to see people of the same sex interacting intimately.Not even just holding hands or kissing.
But wait, I wonder why can he watch movies of war, indifference, killing, raping , brutalizing, chop em up,dice em and slice em up , string em up and hang em high, blood , guts and gore and never bat an eye but to see two people (of the same sex) sharing a moment of love or intimacy makes him "uneasy"?
What  makes some people able to  handle gore, death, pain and brutality but uncomfortable with love? Is society "totally twisted"?