A guy and a horse

     Hello, audience (if there are any of you actually out there).

     I realize it has been some time since I actually posted a blog. For this, I apologize. You see, I'm going to start college in just over a week, and I've been worrying about trying to get in contact with SOMEONE at the school. Unfortunately, the Art Institutes are notorious for not checking their voicemail inboxes. It's absolutely brilliant.

     I've found something to write to pass my time without internet. I do enjoy roleplaying and writing novels from those roleplays.

     Oh. Here's the Crazy Random Happenstance of the week. (Or of last week.)

     I was minding my own business as I drove to Walmart. Now, in the back of the parking lot (where I enter with my car, or in this case, my mother's car) there are those donation boxes. I almost ran into one. Why? I not only did a single take and a double take, no, sir, I did a triple take. Why?

     There was a guy on his horse riding through the parking lot. I know that I live in a rural area, but really? Now, not to be racist or anything, but he was black. I only know one black person who owns a horse, and he does not act ghetto in the least.

     This rather threw me off.

     So, here's a tidbit from my life now. I finally have a car. Its name is Loki. (Yes, yes, LOKI WILL BETRAY ME! But have faith, my friends.) Its name is Loki because Locust the Focus is a rather terrible name. Loki sounds much better in terms of...sounding good. I do so love him though, and this is why I am convinced he will not betray me.

     (Hello, mother of Shawn. Good to see you, too. Are you going to the game toni- oh, you walked away. Thank you. Good bye.)

     Well, I think that leaves us at a good place for now. If there are any questions you wish to ask me, just ask me. I do like my readers so very much, and I wish to hear from you more.