Stuff and MISTER MAGIC PERM.

For some reason this song reminds me of my Uncle Mark.

Who died over a year ago.

It's very strange, we weren't terribly close, especially after I graduated high school. I grew up mostly under the supervision of my mom, my grandmother, and him. My mom told me, a few months back, that Mark thought of me as his. I was always his favorite and we were alot alike.

I think, because we hadn't talked much in the few years before his death, it still hasn't really set in. I mean, I'm AWARE that he's dead. But it just hasn't settled. It's very strange. I'm not all torn up over it. Not because I didn't love him. He was family, he was cool. He was a very different sort of person. And it sucks that he died (heart attack, if anyone's wondering).

It's very bizzare.

I remember when the Seahawks (his favorite NFL team) went to the Super Bowl last year (after he'd died, there's insult to injury!), I kept thinking 'wow, Mark's probably esctatic about--oh. wait. that.'.

Very, very bizzare.

7AM is Ally rambling time! Wheeeeeeeee!

Regardless, I don't think I'd have the same sort of skewed perspective on life and things if he wasn't around.