The blues, Mary.

The M&Ms I'm eating taste like gasoline. This is the case because my motorcycle was leaking gas, so I kept a rag in my jacket pocket to wipe my engine dry whenever I was stopped at a red light. Will almost completely stopped the leak, so I moved the rag from my pocket to my bag. After I left Will's garage, I stopped at my mom's house to pick up the side-view mirror that had arrived in the mail. While I was there, I looked for food and drinks to steal-- I couldn't take the last roll of Oreos, but it wouldn't be too terrible to take one of the last two Izze drinks. Next to the nearly empty Izze box was a bag of Halloween candy that seemed to be evaporating rapidly. I decided to play the roll of an enzyme, speeding up the process. I grabbed two of every different kind of candy and threw it all into my bag.
So yeah, it didn't occur to me that gasoline vapor could penetrate candy wrappers. It seems that I'm literally eating, breathing, and sleeping motorcycles (not yet bleeding, though, luckily).
So I was thinking: in high school (especially for me, anyways, but I know some people never stop) I was very critical of my parents-- there was nothing they could do right. Now, instead of being vocal about the attributes and actions I don't condone, I quietly keep track and adjust my own behavior. But! But here's the thing: all the making fun and being critical of that I and many other people do may be some big joke by some divine spirit or something-- under the assumption that we all become our parents. If this is a big joke and/or we do end up becoming our parents then I don't think I have much to worry about. My parents are completely opposite in every way imaginable. They are not, for instance, the same sex, nor are they the same religion and they identify with opposite ends of the political spectrum. My personality will probably just be a void when I'm all grown up. Hm.
That's about all that's on my mind. Oh, last night I was having an engaging conversation with Christina's friend (who was very drunk, which I did not notice). Conversations between humans general contain a few pauses, which can be awkward when it's between unfamiliar people. Anyways, during one seemingly standard pause, this girl put her head on the table and was done being sober enough to carry her end of a conversation for the evening. I found it funny.