Mew. I can knit. I'm knitting a red scarf currently. I'm really shakey lately, no idea. My hands don't seem to want to hold still just keep on shaking. I need to work out! So I can looooooooooooooose some fat and feel better about myself. But never agian will Yoga be taken...NEVER AGIAN! I also need to work on some of my stories...I feel obligated. I want to work on the one that has all my friends in it. Like Jessica, Suzanne, Camille....um....Me? I'll be adding some people that i've recently become friends with. Patrick, Matt (Sept Matt was in the first one just...so was Marc and Jon. They were three psyco docotors in white jackets that replaced MY weapons with fake ones), Tanya (don't know why she wasn't in the first one), and of course our newest addition to my family. Windsor. The smexy man-beast of a dog with long black and dapple fur. Rawr. Tremble in your footies wear!

I'm concerned about a few things at the moment but I'll leave them unknown. It makes me sadder then I already am but, eh, who cares. I'll just mull over them until I finally find my 'off' switch for my brain. Erk, more like the 'on' switch as My brain never really is on. Heh. Silly me. My fingers are really cold too like pressing ice down on my skin when I try to warm them up. They're freaking cold! I hate worrying over things about friends. Why? Because I know it dosn't affect me and I know they really don't care. But...for some reason I do care...and that makes me worry. Lots. I worry lots. I worry to much...I'm way to friggen paranoid. I'm way to frickin' carin' too apparently. I told Suzanne something today and well...I need to talk to her agian about it. But her dad was callin' her.

Oh, in that story. I'm rewriting it basically...starting over. It sucks so I'm gonna try to make it better. Going to be more of a comedy. Not that anyone cares..whewt. No one read it but me, so no one know. *Insert sad looking face here* Now that i've rambled on and on.

My dad went to go look at four wheelers today so we might be getting another. We have one that is a blast to ride when we camp..especially in the mountains. First time dad and I went riding he was on his huge ass dirt bike and I was on the four wheeler. Almost sent it over the side of the cliff.

I think I can relate to a certain someone loving the riding a bike thing. I know i'm addicted to the actual thrill of perhaps falling. I've almost crashed quite a few times. It sent my heart racing and my stomach dropping. I'd want to get off cause I scared the shit out of myself but dad would tell me "You get your ass back on that bike now otherwise you'll be afraid forever" So i'd get back on take a lap around the track and do the table top jump agian.

I've never had injuries from that but, uh, my brother had a huge gaping hole in his legg because he crashed a dirt bike. Oh well. Fun times...especially doing jumps. _That_ is when you truely feel as if you could be flying. Well enough from meh, toodles!