I felt more rejuvenated after a night of staying up late than a night filled with sleep. I got up from the couch and made my way to my bag to grab my pack of smokes. I was just in time to hear the songs of the morning birds. I love how the fog blurred everything in relative distance. The trees were glistening, and the sunlight gently brushed the edges of the leaves on the trees. Everything was beaming off light and life. I can't help but think about nonsense. I keep wondering about everything that is in store for me. There are so many things that are changing right now. I feel as though this is a rude awakening. I feel like its my fault - a stupid childhood wish that abruptly went wrong. Things are about to get ridiculously strange.


On a side note:
I think I'm one of the very few people in this world that realized that the new Ice Age movie is directly based off of Dante's Inferno, and I don't know how to deal with that.