so it turns out that it is thursday and I forgot the random fact of the week…well instead of trying to do it a day late and break all the rules that hold this “blog” together I will make this a fluke thursday entry of madness:

When the chainsaw parrot wings it’s wicked beak towards our sphere, no one can escape it’s loathsome gaze. We scatter like flies from a rotting corpse, but only see the faint glimmer of rain. tapping our bloated bodies with pellets of purity the fog grabs ahold to our minds. Patiently we wait without squirming for fear of being devoured. Why move when we can sleep? Why sleep when we can run? Why run when we can fly? Further and Further we climb until nothing surrounds us, no light, no sky, no black, no white, no air, no nothing, since nothing is something. Play it off like you’ve done it before, like you are used to it all, they wil never know the difference, close your eyes and let it out.

Argos books has old books, and magazines…I found one that a girl wrote in in 5th grade in the late 1890’s, I bought it for 50 cents!

Watched The usual suspects today…not bad…good twist.

I think that this summer will be quite different than any other, with all the work, the effort needed to be made to hang out with friends, and the fact that I am not home (or in Alaska) I think it should be good.