Slept since 6:00

Quick story about my day. Will, for what ever reason, only walks home when I do. He's admitted this. But its when he follows me home practically 90% of the way there that it gets problematic. And creepy. And thats what he did today. Though I kept questioning him on whether or not he was following me home, he denied it. Then, when I was about to turn onto my street, he runs off, only to realize his phone is dead and walks back to me to ask me for mine. *sigh*

From 3:00 to 6:00 I just talked to Michelle on the phone and browsed the internets. Awesome combo I must say. Then from 6:00, I decided to take a nap. Two hours later, I 'woke up' and just sort of lied there, texting people and thinking. I only now (9:20, not 10)decided to get up, for the main reason that I needed to blogg.

Ok, so it wasn't a quick story about my day. A good portion of my blogg ended up about my day, something I said wouldn't happen. Sue me. Gonna take a shower now, this will be left up and what ever gets typed, I am not accountable for (even though I am)


The hum of the plane could be heard for miles, its three Mustang engines roaring loudly against the dawning sky. Its pilot maneuvered it with ease, banking it left to be able to look headlong at the many children heading for class. Some pointed up at the craft, having heard and memorized what it was, but never actually seeing one before. Especially not this close. A shame, he thought. He was coming up to the canyon, his favorite part. Many people lived on the top of the cliffs, while jobs and mining facilities were offered on its floor and walls. A series of pullies, lifts, and tunnels allowed its occupants to safely navigate its many floors, with bridges being shot across by chain guns when someone needed to cross. He turned so that his plane was completely diagonal so he could fit it inside the canyon walls. As he navigated his way through, he could once again see the people getting up for work, or those already hard at work on their computers. Such tools. As the canyon walls ended, he saw nothing but flat land. He uprighted his plane, and turned off the engines, letting it glide and hoping not to make a sound as he landed.

I got tired typing this, mainly because I don't know where I'm going with it. For another day....