Sometimes I go for these drives, and I just kind of get in the car, and my dog usually follows me. Then I drive, I don't really know where I am going, but I always end up somewhere good. Sometimes, Spirit (my dog) sleeps, sometimes she puts her head out of the window, sometimes she looks straight ahead. Sometimes music is loud, really loud, and sometimes it is silent. Sometimes I drive on roads where I can go fast, and sometimes I drive slowly through the neighborhoods. I like to think about other people, like what are they doing with their lives. When they go home, what do they do? How is their family? Are they lonely? Are they busy? I kind of just make up stories about people's lives when I see them.
I don't know why I do this. Drive aimlessly. Maybe I need to get out of the house, or just need to think. Or maybe it just calms me down so I can think better.

Well tonight, I drove to a neighborhood, and then I parked in a school parking lot, and got out. Then Spirit and I ran through these huge fields that were covered in inches of snow. Try to imagine this:a car pulls up to an empty parking lot. A girl gets out, wearing slippers, Chicago Blackhawks sweat pants that are too big for her, and a silly Peruvian hat that is keeping her very warm. Then she opens a side door of the car, and a dog gets out. Then they both start running as fast as they can through the snow....around and around and around, until they are so tired they can't move any more, so they just collapse in the middle of this field in the snow, and lay there for like 20 minutes. Then they just get up, get into the car, and drive off.

If I were watching this, I would come see if I were alright and take me to an insane asylum. Seriously, I am creep, you might want to run away...fast.
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When I was little, I used to lay on the couch on my back, then I would scoot of until my head was on the ground and calves were the only thing on the couch. Then I would pretend like my house was upside down, and the ceiling was the floor and the floor was the ceiling. I would lay like this for a long time...just imaging life, upside down! I would throw the ball for my dog, and since I was kind of living upside down, I would throw the ball at "my floor" but it would never stay there, it always went up to "my ceiling".

haha, o man. I was strange then too.
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i have no idea why i wrote any of this. I get on here every once in a while, and i just stare at the screen thinking about how i can never get my thoughts into words. Sometimes i type things, then delete them. then i close my computer. somedays, i can't stop writing. and somedays, i start writing nonsensical nonsesnse about my freakishly strange life that no one really wants to hear.