i was sad to hear that 'crocodile hunter' Steve Irwin has died. ppl either dissed him or liked him. i thought his excitement and love for the animals were cool and i was entertained by his 'wild' behavior. i see it as positive that he was killed by an animal though, he knew it could happen, and i'm sure it's much better for him than running under a car or something. if you're dedicated to something i guess it's fair enough that it kills you.

my dad just called and i mentioned the incident as he asked how i'm doing, and he was like 'yea...everone's talking about it, t'was his own fault for doing stuff like that.... i don't know the guy... well now there's one apartment free in the market'. i didn't find him very funny but it made me think that i inherited sarcasm from my father. he called to ask if my stepsister can come over to my place for a vacation in february. i'vetalked about it with her and would be nice to have her over. but he was just double checking before getting the tickets.

i need to make something out of this monday.

murphy's laws on love