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I just realized something terrible... the lives and deaths of my loved ones seem intertwined in a rather disturbing way.
i learned the news of the death of the closest thing to a father I ever had, Al Shields, on March 9, 2005. He had his birthday on March 5, the last time I ever say him was March 6, he passed away March 7, I didn't even hear of it until the 9th.
What else is March 9? The birthday of my friend John Settino.... my friend from Maryland who died last year. God, it's almost his birthday. God, he should have been a year older... we were joking about how he was an old man because he's a few months older than me, and now I'm already older than he ever lived to be... and that'll be officially confirmed when September rolls around =,[
John died April 17 last year... the day before Jenna's birthday, April 18, when I heard about John....... and Jenna passed away December 17. I found out December 18.
Skeeves me out.
Ughhhhh, more morbid linkages... creeps me out, how linked this shit is.
Why am I even thinking of such morbid things? I'm going to blame the fact that it's March as of Tuesday. As though all these bad things aren't enough, my allergies flare up in March since I'm allergic to tree pollen.
After March comes April. the second-worst month in my estimation.
Does that make me insane and superstitious or something, to notice such twisted patterns? Is there something wrong with me?
I also truly hate the month of March (and I hate Mondays for more than it being beginning of the school week... and let's not even go into what it means to me if it happens to be Monday thwe 24th of a month that starts with J), and it starts tomorrow... or let's say in two days, since I haven't been to bed yet... I won't consider it Monday until I wake up.
If I were someone who easily cried, I'd be bawling right now.
Thankfully, I only ever cry from frustration. Not from grief, not from sadness, not even from anger... but from frustration.
I'm going for a run. Yes, at one in the morning. I only wish I could run fast enough to get away from this.
I'm so... wow...
i learned the news of the death of the closest thing to a father I ever had, Al Shields, on March 9, 2005. He had his birthday on March 5, the last time I ever say him was March 6, he passed away March 7, I didn't even hear of it until the 9th.
What else is March 9? The birthday of my friend John Settino.... my friend from Maryland who died last year. God, it's almost his birthday. God, he should have been a year older... we were joking about how he was an old man because he's a few months older than me, and now I'm already older than he ever lived to be... and that'll be officially confirmed when September rolls around =,[
John died April 17 last year... the day before Jenna's birthday, April 18, when I heard about John....... and Jenna passed away December 17. I found out December 18.
Skeeves me out.
Ughhhhh, more morbid linkages... creeps me out, how linked this shit is.
Why am I even thinking of such morbid things? I'm going to blame the fact that it's March as of Tuesday. As though all these bad things aren't enough, my allergies flare up in March since I'm allergic to tree pollen.
After March comes April. the second-worst month in my estimation.
Does that make me insane and superstitious or something, to notice such twisted patterns? Is there something wrong with me?
I also truly hate the month of March (and I hate Mondays for more than it being beginning of the school week... and let's not even go into what it means to me if it happens to be Monday thwe 24th of a month that starts with J), and it starts tomorrow... or let's say in two days, since I haven't been to bed yet... I won't consider it Monday until I wake up.
If I were someone who easily cried, I'd be bawling right now.
Thankfully, I only ever cry from frustration. Not from grief, not from sadness, not even from anger... but from frustration.
I'm going for a run. Yes, at one in the morning. I only wish I could run fast enough to get away from this.
I'm so... wow...