We have a new super hero from Marvel comic books and o' boy, he's your standard
hero with a cape and kicks ass.

Wash hands people!
And eat your vegetables!

I was leaving school, but walking out of a building that I’ve never seen before.
As I walked out of the school building, there was a lady walking ahead of me.
She kept looking behind at me, sparking out distrusting looks of my actions.
She got into her car, turned it on, and pulled out.
I was left in the parking lot.
I noticed two cars: a mazda and an expedition.
I noticed that the mazda was blocked by someone’s ridiculous parking skills and the expedition was hitched up to hold cargo.
The expedition seemed like the better choice to take, so I took it.

I am driving at home at night in the expedition
During this time, I also noticed that my molar teeth felt as though they were falling off, and it was extremely uncomfortable- almost painful.
For some reason, I thought it was a good idea to reverse the SUV into the driveway at home.
(I know I would not have that sort of thinking in real life, especially if the holding cargo blinded all sight)
But I made an attempt.
While reversing, I hear a faint blare of horn and saw two cars drive by.
Still attempting at my reverse parking, I past up a red car, damaged bad, with the driver still inside.
Scared of the horror of death, I ran to my neighbor’s house to place an emergency call, too  fearful of checking the condition of the driver.
Ringing the doorbell frantically, I realize the driver had gotten out of the car, staggering towards me, covered in blood.
This increased my frantic state into near hysteria.
He reached out to me, covering me in his blood.
Why was I so scared? Did death really frighten me?
Finally, the door opened, and light poured into darkness

When Myspace was beginning to become more popular than Xanga, I said to myself, "I won't ever abandon Xanga! It has adopted me into such a wonderful community, how could I ever turn my back?" Well, I did not realize that the first step of betrayal would be to visit Myspace.

Then, I thought it was no big deal. However, this thinking let to even more unacceptable actions: I created a Myspace of my own. -gasp- I know! Such a horrid action it was! I had run away from the Xanga home and into the Myspace territory. But with exploring a new frontier, I did not realize I was becoming homesick...until recently.

I realized that Xangans had a more personal connection with each other. Xangans would drop by, read, comment, and seem to actually mean it. Myspace could only offer a cheap imitation. Nevertheless, I saw those its guise.

I returned back home, expecting to see current blogs that I was subscribed to. Yet, I saw even more abandoned homes, left vacant. It was saddening. But what's that? I still saw people remain faithful to Xanga! That, made me happy.

Ahhhh!! I'm glad to be back, visiting, and updating.
Yet I have something in mind.....

Do I dare?

DUN DUN DUNNNN!