I think my life is some dark absurd comedy. I have managed to eat two different kinds of mold in wo days. I noticed the second one faster than the first. It was lettuce mold, in a wrap. This is absolutely rediculous. I guess since my little fall didn't kill me the universe has to find another way to do it. I suppose the universe wants to get a little laugh about it first. "Haha. Look at that silly little blond girl. Haha. I'm trying to kill her." As if I'm not doing a good enough job screwing up my own life. Universe, I don't need your help messing up my life. I can manage well enough on my own. Seriously. Its like my morbid childhood belief is coming true. I used to believe that I would live to be 18, then I would die. No more me. So being 19 now, is really cool, in that I'm still alive, and miserable, in that I thought I was going to die before I got here. Yeah....I had odd beliefs as a child. I would even picture my death sometimes. I thought I would get hit by a car. Or be in a car and drive off a cliff. Actually someone else would drive off the cliff and I'd be riding shotgun. So I never really took an active role in my death when I dreamed about it. Some one else was always acting my death upon me, but it was never murder.
Anyway, so yeah....the universe is trying to kill me.

PS. I'm not drunk. I honestly believe this.