Silence in the face of it all...

I woke up this morning to some odd news:

- A British plane was shot down by American Patriot missiles
- An American soldier threw a grenade into a tent with sleeping soldiers, because of a grudge. Killed one, maimed eleven
- Three British reporters, driving between towns in Iraq, have disappeared. Reports are saying they were killed by "friendly fire"

Now lets watch Blair and Bush put a spin on this...

Just a day's worth of stuff...

After getting through all the depressing news in the morning, my day grew, grew, grew... until I found myself scanning new icon pictures (which f*cking LJ won't accept), listenting to The Royal Tenenbaums soundtrack, re-heating leftovers from the week and ignoring the general body ache spreading from my neck (it might be that pneumonia virus, and I sure as hell don't want to accept that).

It was a good day. Silke and I went for a stroll at Queen's Park. On the way, we walked past Stephanie - she is someone I knew in Canada, who lives in a building across the train tracks from us, and who won't acknowledge me when she sees me. This is all due to some politics involving me being friends with people she and a whole bunch of other losers are not friends with anymore. It's all very sad and pathetic because I never had any problems with Stephanie. But I guess some people just never overcome high school behaviour...

Queen's Park was full of families, children, and a huge circle of brazilians playing capoeira and singing. We sat by them, on a bench, nursing cappucinos and ice-creams. The sun was so warm I could have sat there in just a t-shirt. This is very strange for London, but I'm not complaining...