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Happy 4th. That's not why I'm writing this, actually I have no idea why I'm writing this. I'm just very very bored.
I got my car yesterday, it's a nice little grey Scion XA. I love it death and I'll make sure to put some pictures of it up later (which means like tomarrow or so).
I'll be spending the rest of the day at Zoe's, because she's awesome and is having a party. So that's where I'm going right now. If anyone wants to talk just leave a comment or send me a note.

I’ve come to the realization that it’s probably a bad idea to listen to any CD by Snow Patrol when you’re trying to keep your mind off someone who means something to you. You could hate that person, love that person, be mad at that person, or you could be drunk and have no idea what you’re feeling about that person but you know your feeling something. I’ve also come to the realization that when you’re playing solitaire on the computer and you’re clicking through the cards; chances are you just saw the card you need to win the whole game but you’re too far gone to hit the undo button. Both of these realizations suck, but most realizations aren’t good things. We’ve already noticed the good things so they can not possibly be realizations.
So imagine, if you will, a young girl no older than you, bored out of her wits so much so that she’s gone through at least a hundred games of solitaire and is listening to Snow Patrol’s “Final Straw” CD on a constant loop of repeat. The area surrounding the computer screen is cluttered with witting utensils, an unsolved Rubik’s cube, and blank note cards (among other things). A sliding drawer beneath the desk that’s supposed to hold the keyboard (which is instead on top of the desk) is open to reveal a lime green cell phone that hasn’t rung in days and a open notebook sitting on a stack of papers. She doesn’t pay any mind to either objects, she’s used to the phone not ringing and she currently can’t think of anything to write in the notebook. Occasionally she pauses her game of solitaire and dips a finger into the pool of sugar still left in the bottom of the otherwise empty Sour Patch Kids bag, which lies to the left of her keyboard. The plastic bag is close enough so that it brushes her hand every once and a great while, but not enough to annoy her and move the bag.
The room surrounding the desk isn’t really important; though the door is open and lets in a stream of dialogue from the television that’s still on downstairs whenever the music reaches a low enough volume. Out of the corner of her eyes she can see her basket of overflowing dirty clothes, and she does notice that the pajama outfit laying on top isn’t dirty at all and she’ll probably slip it on after taking a shower once she finally wins a game of solitaire. She notices the arrival of a new presence as soon as it enters her room but she doesn’t turn to look at him. She lets out a breath that she didn’t know she was holding and the muscles in her back relaxed even though she hadn’t looked tense when the visitor had arrived. He didn’t say anything, he just walked over to the chair she was sitting in a wrapped his arms loosely around her shoulders. She could feel the brush of soft feathers against her arms from his wings, and the warmth of comfort seemed to enwrap her just like he did.
“I miss you,” she whispered, her voice barely breaking the steady stream of music. He would have heard her no matter what, even if she hadn’t said a word. He held her tighter before suddenly letting her go completely. The cold air made her finally turn in her seat and look about the room to find that there was no one there. Everything in her room was still in place; the blanket on her bed still thrown haphazardly to the side and a pair of jeans lying in a crumpled pile in the center of the room. “Hmm….” She said to herself in wonder before going back to her long losing streak in solitaire.

I wrote this today mostly because I was bored and couldn't write in an actual story; and because I was thinking about someone. Comments are welcome. That's all that's really going on. Sorry, but Gabriel's story isn't done yet, it's longer than I thought it'd be.
I'll have pictures of my new car up as soon as I actually get it. Which is Friday.