I had a thought today. Noone is unique. As hard as I try to be different and not conform, There is someone who has already acted, or dressed, or spoken, or lived the way I Am. Nothing you can do is unthought of. And if by that 1 chance in a billion you discover a way of being or doing that is truley unique, You still are just Another person trying not to conform, one of the many. A spec in the mass sea of society. I bet If I looked hard enough, there is someone out there who acts like me, dresses like me, has the same future aspirations I do, Feels as strongly about certain issues, like me (and kicks ass with guitar like me) and if I ever met that person, I think id beat the living hell out of him. And Its either because I cant stand not being an individual, or because I hate myself that much. Im not sure which, maybe a combination of the two. And I think, if that person like me is happy, should I be happy? Or should I be miserable to be different. OR should I just not care, shake his hand, say woah thats wierd, turn and walk away. Why the hell do I think about wierd stuff like this. N-E WAY, Im going to go visit holly tommorow, that is...if I can get ahold of her before I leave tommorow, preferably tonight since I have to go to chapel tommorow, and ill be leaving right after that. Im looking foward to it. I have been all week. Ok well thats about it for now. Elisha, the squirel never said no.