sometimes everything just seems so unreal. in my head, i see images of myself in a car accident, somehow i have a piece of metal from the door plunged all the way through my chest, and i feel like screaming but im already almost dead as cars rush by. no one cares. and these images for some reason bring a smile to my face, because they will never happen but wouldn't it be weird if they did. and when i do have a close brush with death, i scream, but i am not so shocked. it just seems always so unreal, like a horror movie, and after it is certain that i will not die at age 15, my heart beats at a normal speed and i breathe quietly and calmly, and i smile and laugh at the fact that i competed with death, and i won. and i think maybe this is the thing that keeps daredevils being daredevils. i forgot until now, that i have a four and a five leaf clover in my purse. the luck of the irish : ) or maybe something just smiled on me last night, and decided that i shouldn't die when i still have 8239844 hours of homework left that would have been due the next day.