Alright, I'm just gonna think aloud right here. I know it might sound like I'm coming out of a cheesey romance novel, but whatever. What's the point of love? I hear so many times that love is just a feeling, nothing more, but I never really believed it. But now I start to think about it.... I think love is something we trick ourselves into believing is real. You find someone who has common interests as you, or someone who intrigues you, and what happens? You feel different about them. But that seems more to me like a trick than a truth. I mean, how are you supposed to find someone you "love" and who loves you back? It's seems a little IMPOSSIBLE in my mind. Maybe I'm just completely insane, or maybe I just overthink stuff, but love doesn't make sense. *** ...Weird. I'll assume that you all have seen Final Destination 2. Well, we were driving home from the Dimond Mall today and We saw a big truck, you know, that carries logs and pipes and stuff. Jess got all creeped out 'cause she hates those :P Then a cop came speeding by. And the traffic slowed down, and my mom thought that there was an accident. She was right. Freaky, really. Weird. Okay, I'm going to play Sims Online, something I haven't done in FOREVER! TTFN