Perfect Picture of Bad Health

Tonight, I'm going to Kennett's prom. First of three because I guess that's just the kind of person I am. I hope something horrible happens so it just turns into some insane gorefest and some people (myself included) have to save the world and they make a horror movie about it; based on true events, of course.

For my birthday, I got a bike helmet. It doesn't make me look any cooler, but that wasn't the idea. In school, we got this presentation about the dangers of driving an automobile and they told me that cyclists were no different so wear a helmet! It scared me into it. I feel like it's a statement: I am aware of my own mortality.