Every day is an adventure. Even the oldest places are new. Each breath received should be handled as though it was the last. Not that it should be. But just in case. I woke up with an extremely vicarious attitude today and it has lasted the day. It has also made what could have been a really awful boring day into a brand new experience. As will tomorrow be and bring more each moment. I don’t know why I am so suddenly eager to live no matter what. But it certainly is a good change from not wanting to at all. I slept poorly last night. My clothes smelt (and still do smell) like Kat’s hair and it made be want to be back with her badly. I woke up in the night because I was cold because I had rolled the covers into a ball to cuddle with. Today was the Hill Air Force Base air show. It was whicked. They had some intense stunt people and a little bit too much fun with the F-16. But it was awesome to watch and really loud (which for some reason is a good thing). My dad spent some cash on me and now I feel special. He even bought me a pair of shades. They had a B-52 (which is what he flew) their and he was like a kid at Christmas. He told me all these random facts about it and I was like *laugh and nod* “that’s cool.” I didn’t mean to be mean and he didn’t take it as such but honestly why do I need to know that the wings are a plastic poly-glass like compound. We got lunch after messing around in a tanker (it was ok but not worth the nine bucks we had to dish out per person [the food]). On the way out to get a better view to see the jet powered truck the governor waved to me (fat women should not be allowed to ride in go-karts). They had an A-10 demo (I don’t know why I rattle off the names very few people visualize the aircraft when I say them or even care) and their pyrotechnic explosion lit the grass on fire. It was awesome. I never realized how annoying always being negative can be. Even a little bit of negativity sux. I got some major sun but also some bad lines. I got home and changed back into the shirt I had worn at night the night before and it still smelled like Kat. Its gonna drive me insane and at the same time it will be what makes me so happy. It smells so good. On the way home I thought of an awesome requiem. It goes something like follows… Road Kill Requiem Alas to the poor fellow, smothered upon the smoldering asphalt. I am sure that as he died, nobody even looked. Here’s to his remains, now spread across all three lanes. If we could pry his carcass of the road, it would already be cooked. His ribs are shattered, his back is broke. His head is in more than one piece. The hairs upon his back have begun to smoke. He smothered over so much terrain he’s begun to make me ill. Oh what creature did this used to be, hail to old road kill. He he, that’s so random. I don’t know why but it sounded like fun to write and it was. GAH I keep getting wiffs of Kat’s hair! It smells so good. And I wanted to do something with her tonight. Ha ha I love my parents (that’s sarcasm). I asked if I could play “knight games” and they were like “probably not” so I was like “if I get my own ride there and back?” and they were like “you need to get a good nights sleep.” Seriously its so much easier to say “I don’t want you to” then trying to make up excuses. No one ever writes me comments. Give me comments damnit I wanna be popular too!