I can be such a chicken sometimes. I had to ask my dad for some money this morning and it took me nearly an hour to work up the courage to actually ask him, considering I wasn't sure if he was in a good mood. And then he was the one who started the conversation. Oh well.

I haven't really been thinking about that many things lately. Or rather nothing thats very interesting and new from any other day. Heh, all I've really been finidng myself think about is my revelation the other day and death. We were asked (as kind of a rehtorical kinda no question) in S&C when we first understood the concept of death and that its the end. Most people said about the age of 8. Lucky them. I had to come to the terms of it at the age of 5. By the age of 8 I already knew I was going to die someday, infact at the age of 5 I was told I might have died. Its strange to think that I told everyone around me that I won't.

I wish I had a more sheltered life. Maybe if I had it would've change the kind of person I am, but what would it matter?

I hate it when parents tell their friends about all the cute and embarassing things you did as a child. Its so irritating and no one else's business.

You know what...I have nothing really interesting to write and all this crappy shit is boring me and really hard to go on about cos im so bored with it. so im gonna go. BLAH!