everyday should be a good day to die.

It's been a while. I know this. But there's good reason. I'll start with today and move backwards. Started out as an average day. Having been wicked busy lately, I finally had a day to sleep in my own bed, take some meds (I've been sick), and sleep until whenever I wanted. After a lazy day, I did the dishes for mom and planned on cleaning my room and job hunting. That's when my sister got a phone call. Her friend Jackie's father had been in an accident and pronounced dead on the scene. It was unexpected. He was outside working when his metal ladder touched a power line and he was electrocuted. I can't even begin to imagine what she must be going through. I wish I could do something to help her or make her feel better. This does, however, shine a new light on life for me. How long this new attitude will last, I don't know. But I realize that life is short and, well, you have to appreciate it while you've got it. "what if God shuffled by one day we might say we're angry not afraid like breathing just to breathe that we might find some reason but there's much to go round that's what's wrong with the world don't lose the dreams inside your head they're only there until you're dead dream" -- You Never Know by DMB On a lighter note: I am now 19. I spent my birthday with good friends and had a really amazing time. I'm truly thankful for my friends and my family. I've also been job hunting and spending a lot of money that I know I shouldn't be. I'm seriously, honestly going to try and live a better, healthier, more open lifestyle from now on. Side note: There's a Pride Festival...party...thing in Ferndale this summer. I'm soooo going.