insult of the day from my father: hoosier. i got a picture of The Burned One. that is what i shall call it from now on. i will post it soon i think. i am going to start writing. i am going to write a story about it. and i will write other stories, and use people i know as some of the characters in them, and people i see. people fascinate me. just to see other people walking and knowing that they are thinking complicated things and have complicated lives and how intricately everything is interconnected. memory of the day: i remember when i was in 6th grade and we had a sub in academic stretch. (aka, gifted program) we were going over vocabulary. she asked the class what an urn was. i raised my hand and said "a place to put ashes after someone has been cremated." her mouth dropped, and she called me morbid. i thought it was funny. i guess ive had my strange thoughts coming for a long while. i guess she wanted me to say vase? haha i think i might be up all night tonight. crapper. oh well, i still got those caffiene pills stocked up. i think i have like 25 left.