Well, this entry is necessary to appease my protestors(actually, it shouldn't be in the plural because Niki is the only one protesting, but whatever).

So, what has happened since I last updated? Absolutely nothing. Thats why I haven't updated. lol. Let's see, Friday Brian didn't come to precal, so I was sad. I hate not seeing him. After that class, I had to take a test for philosophy of law. We had to answer three essay questions, I know I screwed up one, fairly confident about the others, so we'll see how that goes. I spent all Friday reading and reviewing for that class, and looking at the stuff, I realize how much I hate law and how bored I'd be in it. I'm such a dork and I'm so excited about changing my major. Like Niki, I feel like I've been missing something without an English class. Joe thinks I'm changing it because I'm scared I'd fail at the FBI. That is so not why I'm changing it. I'm changing it because I love English and hate law. It just makes sense right now. I don't know, I can't really describe it.

Saturday we went to Ft.Lauderdale. We went to see my great aunt Joann(although I just call her aunt Joann). I'm pretty close with her, which I think is weird since no one ever says they're close with their great aunt. We went to see her because she recently found out she has a brain tumor and a very short time to live. It's so sad. I dont really like to talk about it, naturally. Thats my way of dealing with problems:act like they dont exist. I don't like people feeling bad for me. At least aunt Joann was in high spirits and looking healthy. : ( It doesn't really make me think about how life is short and we should live it to the fullest, but it does make me think about how terrifying it must be to know that you can die at any moment. I mean, I guess all of us can die at any time, crossing the street or something, but...its different. You know.

On the way back to UF, we got stopped in traffic and realized it was because of an accident. When we started moving again, the cars had not been pulled off the road yet so we could see how awful the damage was. There were two cars, both completly caved in, one in a ditch on the side of the road. The worst thing about it though was that it was a fatal accident and there was a dead body(covered, of course) that hadn't been picked up yet. Naturally, I was freaked out to the max. It furthered my thinking that I couldn't make it as an FBI agent:the only thing I'd be interested in is violent crime, but I couldn't handle the bodies.

I guess I've thought about death quite a bit this weekend. Its a scary thing. I wish I could be philosophical, like Niki, but I cant. So...eh.

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