BOOOOOOOOOOOO

It was 11-11-11 yesterday.. and at 11:11 PM, I lived the best 60 seconds of my life. Screaming, fireworks, sparklers, and a little Brazilian jumping up and down a million miles a minute. And then it was over.

Everyone has been treating 11-11-11 as a holiday, almost. Like New Year's Eve. Except, more exciting, because it won't happen again for a century.

So I stayed up until 2:30 AM thinking about my life. I hate it when I do that. But if I'm going to change my life, it might as well be now. Why wait longer to rewire my life so that everything goes as planned - nobody gets hurt, nobody takes chances?

When I was thirteen, I told myself I'd never make the same mistake twice. Almost three years later, and I'm not sure what is a mistake and what isn't. I'm not sure what I want right now.

Let's say it this way: I AM BEING A PAIN. This is what happens when I think too much.

It's just, people come and go so fast.

I'll figure this all out later.

Meanwhile, also yesterday, I watched the best movie of my life during health (not sure why). Taking Chance. The room was silent the entire movie, which is unusual with a class full of sophomores; and of course I cried the whole way through it. Definitely a good way to remember those who risk their lives for our freedom.

Well, the day has just begun and I have a lot to do...

Much love.