*2000-04-25 - 18:05:42*

Hello yet again.

Wow, it's Tuesday. That means only tomorrow left untill I can eat bread again. It also means that Spring Break is over soon. Life goes too fast sometimes.

I had friends over today, and that was fun. I seriously need to get my tush in gear. I've got to organize papers and coins. I wish my Dad was home. I need to talk to him. I think that nights are probably the best time of the day. Depending what mood you're in. Last night I was listening to the Forrest Gump theme again, and I misted up, again. I'm not a crier. I don't cry at movies, songs, pictures, etc. My friend Leah says I'm a cruel, unemotional bitch because of it. I'm not. I just don't cry. I do mist up though. I do that sometimes. Usually during something unexpected. My whole veiw is that crying is like pissing away emotion. I don't think emotion is something to be pissed away, but to be thought about and treasured. Maybe it's just me.

So, last night, while listening to the Forrest Gump theme and all this other music I listen to, I started thinking about time again. Love I can handle, death I can handle, but I'm not sure about Time. It's such a weird thing. You wake up in the morning and you have the whole day ahead of you, then 3 seconds later it's time for dinner, and you wonder what you've done that could make an impact on the future. Time is a strange thing, and I can't help but think about it. It's going to be a lot tougher when I get older.

Alright, enough deep thoughts. My opinion of the moment: Dust surprises you. You can find dust anywhere. Dust was here before life existed on the earth, and dust will exist long after we are gone. You make think you are alone and clean, but I betcha there are dust specks, circling and watching you. What if each little dust speck is just a microcosm and there are tiny little things living on them, thinking that they are alone in there little universe while their galaxies going spiraling and circling untill finnally getting sucked up into a vent or landing on your copy of The Hobbit that you could never quit get through. If that ain't enough to give you the heebie-jeebies...

::cues X-Files music::

Alrighty, I've typed enough, so I'm signing off. This diary thing was a pretty neat idea.