reflection, literal and figurative

As I spiral into adolescence, I find myself looking in the mirror more often, examining my beliefs and quirks. Fortunately, I'm fairly close to perfect, so often it's just a chance for self-admiration. But other times I muse on such Valhallas as the Mall of America, that pantheon of leafy and well-priced delights, or on the imminent death of all squirrels within the neighborhood. Just random musings, really, which is all you've got when you can't operate the TV remote control.