I'm not one to believe in supernatural forces, predermination and the like. But I can't help but get an eerie fealing as of late. I used to think some people were just lucky or unlucky, but that doesn't even seem right anymore. Its like that movie Final Destination has come to life and is chasing people I know. Well one family in particular. Its just spooky is all and it gives me the heebie jeebies.

I had a summer that felt too short, friends that felt too distant, and I feel like I am getting into a bad routine. Maybe I should be putting energy into enjoying the last few days of freedom before I head north. Really I am pretty much anxious enough to pack up and leave tonight. That and I wanna hurry to the Vivarium and buy me a snake.

ummm, blogs are like passing fads. How easily we forget. Then sometime later you stumble across some old crap that reminds you and you drag those rags out of your closet and try em on. Doesn't matter, nobody is gonna see you tryin em on anyway. Its just your narcissistic curiosity getting to you. Thats exactly how blogs are. Just precisely like that.

Nobody reads them.