October 21, 2006


So apparently... Mom didn't want me to tell this story, but Judy says she's waiting to hear it, so I think Mom secretly DOES want me to tell it. Even though, it was like, forever ago (sorry Judy).

Well, Mom and I were driving home after she picked me up from school one day, and we were talking about various things. I see a little squirrel run in front of our car, Mom doesn't, and I really didn't think anything of it, because it happens all the time right? Then I heard the little "thump". I started freaking out, except, I was laughing. It was amazingly funny, and sad. At the same time. So I made her turn around to see if we had hit it, and sure enough, there's the squirrel lying in the middle of the road. It was weird though, because, it like, didn't look like it had been run over. It looked like it had found itself underneath a car and died of a heart attack.

Yeah, crazy stuff man...

I handwrote a six page rough draft for a story in english yesterday, in around 3-4 hours. I felt very fulfilled.