Do you remember when we used to sing>

Sha la la la la la la la la lala dee da... (No, it's not Blue-Eyed Girl, Justin!)

Well well well, I have come to post. I'm pretty sure there's a whole one person, maybe two, who read this anymore, but oh well. It's nice to get things down online for some reason, much more comforting than a written journal.

So I was thinking the other day (no, not 'what if cartoons got saved?') about how strange it would be if I were born anywhere else. I can't even imagine a life apart from the one I have now. And it baffles me to think that if I'd have made any given decision differently, I would be totally different than I am now. I can think of a hundred opportunities I've taken, words I've spoken, or people I've met that I know have drastically changed the rest of my life. It's scary and strange but amazing and beautiful all at the same time.

You know what I love? Cheesecake. Definitely some of the best food on earth! *nods* I mean, I don't like cheese very much (except on burgers and pizza and when it's the nacho kind), and I don't like cake, but somehow the combination is wooooonderful.

Hmmmm, you guys need to give me some inspiration, I don't know what to write about for Creative Writing Club. Speaking of which, a little ditty courtesy of an anonymous disgruntled poet.

I stop and see the light is red
oh how I wish that I was dead!
Maybe if I go real fast
That first club meeting will be my last!

Le Fin.