I wonder about many a great thing...anything actually, the little things...I don't chose to think about some of the things I think of...they just sorta present themself's to me. That usually happens on the train coming to and from school. I look out the window and imagen all the possiblites and real's that could happen in the world....usually by then I get this feeling inside myself that I wish to never feel again, but in a crazy twisted way I never want it to fade away. It makes me think that life is the most amazing thing, that you have to make it real for yourself and not count on other people to make it real for you, they can help along the way, but its you who can control the realism of your life.

Ick... my hands smell like tyme and garlic.