Alright, explaining why I was up at 5 in the morning. Yes, I am quite sane, at least for the moment. WEE! I GOT TO RIDE IN A LAMBROGINI!! 250 MILES AN HOUR! AHHH! ...Yeah, *has a need for speed* ...It's my moms fault! REALLY! I get that from her. But I'm balanced out by my dad so it's all good. But seriously, I love to go fast. On rides, I'm always yelling at the people to go faster, I push my dirtbike to the limits somedays, I want everything to go faster!..I should race like...NASCAR. Or since I'm canadian CASCAR! (That's the stupidest name ever...My and my bro get a kick out of it everytime) Even 250 wasn't fast enough for me this morning...I need to score a ride in a F-18...That would be so freaking sweet...My mom was right, I am spoiled beyond all belief...The benifits of having parents who know people that have cool stuff... ~Kat I was born a child of grace Nothing else about the place Everything was ugly but your beautiful face And it left me no illusion I saw you in the curve of the moon In the shadow cast across my room You heard me in my tune When I just heard confusion