I'm feeling very lost right now. I know all of seven people here.
My shoulders are still sore from moving boxes and furniture.
I know there's a reason we were brought here. I just don't know when we'll find out what it is.

This splinter has been in my finger for three days now. At least it doesn't hurt. That's what I get for not wearing gloves.

I wish it would at least rain.
I miss the rain.
I miss my friends.

There have been so many chapters in my relatively short life, that I'm not even sure who I am anymore.
I guess it doesn't really matter right now.
I don't even know why I bother writing this.
Blah.

I need some sleep.


IN:
giant shape-shifting robots
bass guitar
dead celebrities
Junior Mints
friends
homemade meatloaf
lint rollers
social networking
political activism
neighbors
bottled emotions
leprechauns
grace
mercy
frozen pizza

OUT:
squash >_<
Obama
peace
road kill
hallucinogens
being left out
being left behind
leaving
floods
hurricanes
tragedy
disaster
insane amounts of cat hair all over my room