Vast minority.

Soo...

A while ago, I'm not sure how long, I was standing outside the stores at Merchant Square. I distinctly remember looking up into the sky and feeling something. I felt as though I was waiting for my life to come by and pick me up. Not a person...I was with people, and I was just waiting for them to finish up. It felt like life was still busy, and I was still there waiting for it to come by and get me so we could ride off into whatever exists beyond the vast horizion.

I left, and so did that feeling. I had only thought of it one other time before today, but tonight I thought back to it, and I got a new feeling which was similar, but different enough to be significant.

There I sat, in front of Bonito's pizzaria. Mountain Dew in one hand, and zipping up my coat with the other. -(One interesting thing to note here is that the jacket in question is one I haven't serriously worn in a while (freshman year?), but is in fact the inspiration for the jackets worn by my characters KornrosE(the emo one) and CLN (the one who entered a voluntary exile into the shaddows).)- I put the can down, and I get a feeling. At first, I think it's the same feeling as last time, because that's the strongest feeling I remember for that place. However, I soon realize that it's not the same. In fact, it's esentially the opposite. I know it's not waiting; I'm all by myself. Entirely. There's not another soul in sight. (That and the amount of sleep I was missing was probably key to my being in a philsophical mode anyhow.) It comes to me that the feeling is actually the realization that I have options. I'm in control. I look at my car, the obvious option, and begin to realize that even once I start driving, there's an innumerous amount of places to go, and things to do when you get there. I look at my car, and see it as a tool of infinity, and watch all the possibilities eminate forth from it. It's quite a neat effect, even if it is entirely in my mind.

Then I finish the soda, get up, throw out the can, and go home. 'Cause it was really freaking cold out.

You see what I did thar? I made a point. Nifty ^_^

F*R*A*G:
Goth girls are the girls that go to see the nerdcore rapper with the geeked-out flow at the show. You can see the black lace on parade; I've met a hundred dozen of them but I ain't got laid...