back in the day, i was a huge loner. i spent many of my days alone. whether at home, or at the holiday inn my mom worked at. she would bring me along on weekends because my brothers were always getting into trouble and there was no one responsible at home to watch me. so i would get a room, equipt with cable tv (which we did not have at home).
so i would eat frosted flakes (another thing i never got at home) and sit around and watch cartoons to my hearts content.
the day of my tenth birthday was one of the days that my mom took me to work with her. she got together all of her coworker friends and held a mini-party for me in the dining room. i don't remember much. one of my mom's friends got me a mug that said "#1 Mom" (
) with a little teddy bear in it. i'm sure i got a few other little trinkets that i thought were awesome.i do remember the moment i realized i'd hit the double digits, though. i was always and still am very thoughtful about the things going on around me. hmm...
so here i am, about to turn 19 and i'm realizing that i'm close to entering my second decade of life. it's amazing how time can fly. it seems like both so long ago and just yesterday.
yea, don't know why i posted that. the story was a little boring but it's a peak into my strange past.
i leave you with a man i hold high in my head:
take his advice.
it's late.
GO TO SLEEP!!!!
night world 
