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Apparently it's the 150th anniversary of Central Park.

Apparently they decided to celebrate that tonight with a bunch of extraodinarily loud fireworks.

Apparently I need to start reading the newspaper.

Tonight, sometime between 7:30 and 8 pm, I was in my art class struggling with black and white paint (I loathe paint, loathe loathe looooathe paint) when the windows suddenly turned bright yellow with exploding light or some shit, and loud cracks that were too loud to be thunder.

Everyone was amused except for me and the girl sitting next to me, who sat there frozen in terror, staring at one another, unable to speak or move until the racket stopped.

Then we were both mad and bitched about it amongst oursevles for the rest of the evening. Which I guess was better than me bitching to myself about how much I loathe paint.

I suppose that for the past two years, I've been ready for the world to end at any time. Loud noises, especially explosions, scare me. Low-flying planes scare me. Planes in general scare me. I never used to be like this. But nowadays I'm a wreck when it comes to loud, explosive noises. Especially since my school is situated right next to the Armory. It freaked me the fuck out. I'm just glad I'm not the only one who was freaked out by it.

There's a lot of apocalyptic shit going on and I'm not surprised by it anymore. Not since two years ago. No, it matches my nightmares pretty well now when apocalytpic shit happens. I'm not surprised, but I'm terrified of it. And it only comes out when things start motherfucking exploding around me without explanation.

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