I drove by Silverlake as usual on my way home. There was flowers and candles lit at the accident site. Sad to see lives ended and ruined because of such a mistake. According to what I have read, as soon as Elliot wakes up from his coma, he will be notified about the happenings, and will have to be tried for murder. He already has a bail set. I also can't help but be mad in some aspect. What if the victim was me? Or my brother? Or a friend of mine? Careless mistake can take lives that one can't be responsible for. It is really confusing what to make of it. The boys are so young, and yet adults, and it was such a small mistake, and yet it killed. It's not like me to get into theology even in moments like these, but if Elliot believes in god, I hope he will be with him in the horrid path that lies before him.

Today's entry is an eulogy. 4 people had their lives tragically cut short on Silverlake Blvd, Monday morning, 2AM or so. Elliot, 19, and Andy, 20, were going in one direction on Silverlake, and another vehicle, also holding two people, were coming from the opposite direction. Elliot, who was under the influence, crossed the center divider lines, and crashed into the other car. One of the cars caught on fire, and the two adults(excuse my ignorance in the matter, I do not know their names, other than that one was a Korean taxi driver, and another was his passenger), died at the site. Andy, who was in the passenger's side, was not wearing seatbelts, and also died, and Elliot is now in a coma.

I do not know Elliot, Andy, nor the other two victims personally. But first of all, both Elliot and Andy both graduated from the same high school, and lived in Glendale, and were good friends with my best friend's sister. That was close enough for me to feel more than just sympathy. But also, the accident occurred on Silverlake blvd, and that is the road I take to and from work, and whenever I drive to LA, whether to meet friends, or shop, or whatever. As I drove to work this morning, I saw flowers gathered at the site of the accident, and invoked butterflies in my stomach. I know it is wrong, but I cannot say that I do not drive under the influence of alcohol. I do many times, and although not to the extent of Elliot, I feel guilty.

I am at work, and therefore, I will have to continue this blog entry at another time. Excuse my unusually (even more so than usual) cluttered haywire entry.

YESSSSS!! I start school tomorrow!! For those who are unfamiliar with my nerdiness, I give one name to describe my passion to be geek: Lisa Simpson. She is my hero, and very much like what a cartoon version of me would be like.

My life has been bland to say the least, and I am just glad to have some new things pop into perspectives. Although I'm not a fan of homework, taking 14 units will definitely keep me busy, and therefore, less bored, hopefully. I am still reading Dante's Inferno, the first part of the Divine Comedy, and not yet half way through. Although it is quite interesting and very beautifully written - the descriptions and vivid imageries are phenomenal - it isn't something that should be read for fun, I believe. It is something to be studied. So I will.

I watched the "Living with Michael Jackson" thing on 20/20 tonight. It was very disturbing -- I do feel a bit of sympathy for the man. I can imagine why he doesn't want to grow up and be an adult, after losing his childhood to an abusive father and a demanding career. But, alas, I am a narrow-minded, ignorant fool, and I cannot accept many things about him, which, I hoped, to make me neutral, but torn between the two sides. Whether to reject MJ as a freak of nature, a predator of children, or feel sympathetic toward him as a man misunderstood.

I went to Bally's today, FINALLY to replace my membership card. Now they take a picture and zap it right on the card, and the chick who was making my card made me look like a bloated hamster. My cheeks looked as though they were holding a week's supply of nuts. Or maybe my cheeks/face is just that naturally fat, and I have been in denial. Life. It's hard.