Planes, Brothers, Cats

So there was this plane crash in Saskatoon. Everyone's talking about it.
This will probably go down in history for being the strangest thing to ever go down in Saskatoon. I mean, I'm assuming it's pretty unusual for planes to crash in the middle of the street.
The news will have a field day. A.k.a. so will my dad.
Speaking of my dad, I've being laying in the middle of the floor for the past two hours listening to his U2 c.d.'s
I've decided I really, really like them.
I had a pretty awesome day today.
And then my brother posted on Facebook how he was so pumped to be moving to Edmonton. Thankyou, brother, for being thrilled at the prospect of leaving your family for a new job.
I hope I die before him. Then he'll regret it. Fat chance of that though. He's 15 years older than me.
I don't see him enough already, and he lives two blocks down. Now I'll never see him...
I'm going to grow up a stranger of my own brother.
I kind of wish I was a cat sometimes.
Speaking of cats, I got one. I don't know if I ever mentioned that. But I did, and he's a real cutey. He has a personality too, which is good.

- Meghan