9:24 PM Wow. Two updates in a week...I might start using this thing more often. I had a curious dream last night. I was wandering a dark road by myself, and I saw several brutal crimes being committed. Among them was a masked criminal holding up a store, a rape, and a gang of wannabe tough guys mugging an old man for his wallet. I was shocked to see the police sitting in a doughnut shop across the street feeding their faces. I felt compelled to do something, but I chose to keep walking, like most ignorant people would do. It was at this moment a dark, ominous creature with slitted red eyes began following me. It called out to me, beckoning me to do something about the crimes I had witnessed. I tried in vain to ignore it, but it eventually caught up with me and completely enveloped me. I woke up after that, and didn't get much street. I wandered downstairs in the morning, and found the old newspaper from January 1st. It was the Toronto Sun, displaying the news article about Toronto's first murder victim of the year, a girl apparently stabbed to death by a stupid boy at the command of a jealous girl. Or something along those lines. And then I watch the news, which unfortunately only covers the recent violence and death and mayhem, which makes me think to my dream and the various brutal crimes around me. I feel compelled to do something about it all...but I just don't know what. Everytime I look for answers I end up reading about some vigilante or vigilantes who took action when the law refused to act. Could that be a sign? I've always questioned destiny, and what life holds in store for me. So far life has been odd, containing various things that throw everyone off. I am no execption from that. But it makes me question more, instead of supplying answers. I wish those were easier to find. Maybe then I'd find out what exactly I'm supposed to do. Vigilantes can't possibly be the answer. But... That's all I've got to say about that. Other than all of that the day has gone on surprisingly well. Lunch with my sister and hangouts with Paul on spare. If I didn't have to sit through English or Math it'd be an alright day. I miss Nathalie though. But I know I'll talk to her sometime tonight, so its all good. I still miss her though. Well, I guess I shall leave you with that for the time being. I can't help but look down at my Batman t-shirt and wonder about this whole thing...maybe its nothing. It definately sounds stupid and childish...especially the thought of me doing something like he does. But maybe...