i feel unusually responsible right now,
after getting home from work and proceeding to clean dishes without being told or asked and then turning off all of the lights and such.
i suppose it's nothing special,
but it'd make my mom proud.
maybe she'll notice and say something,
maybe she won't,
either way,
i know she feels proud when i do things like that.

i just got showed who was boss by some mosquito.
she bit me in like 12 different places before i got her.
now i'm all itchy and swelling.
damn allergies.

it's 1:28 in the morning.
i know i need to get to bed,
but i felt like writing something,
so here i am.

i'm coming up with this crazy story in my head;
a little bit fantasy, a little bit science fiction.
i don't know what i'm gonna do with it,
maybe a book, maybe a comic, maybe a movie script,
who knows?
maybe i won't end up doing anything with it,
and it'll become just another lost idea,
or maybe it'll be just what i need to get noticed,
and will blast me into super-stardom?
that's the beauty of an idea, i guess,
you can never really tell what will come of it.
everybody on the planet has millions of ideas a day.
most of them get lost,
but some of them become great.
there's no telling how or why,
no blueprint for a great idea,
they aren't at all planned,
they just happen sometimes,
and when they come about through the right person at the right time,
that's when great things happen.
it's rare,
rare for everything to line up just right,
but when they do,
life just makes sense.

i have millions of ideas floating around in my head.
a few of them could be great,
most of them are probably garbage.
we'll have to see what ends up coming out on top.
only time will tell how great any of my ideas really are,
only time will tell my worth.

"that's life, as all the people say,
you're riding high in april, shot down in may,
but i know that i can change that tune,
when i'm back on top, back on top in june..."