Long rooms lined with as many mirrors as Verailles, filled with identical chairs with foot rests, walls covered in pictures of people with faces that are always tilted down with haircuts that no one actually gets. This is where I spend today as my brother’s hair is snipped away one strand at a time.
This following week has been filled with intetesting and surprising things. The biggest was the volcano errupting in the always forgotten homeland of my soul, Iceland. The volcanic ash cloud blew south and covered almost all of the northern European countries leaving humans even more upset with my igloo of a country because almost all air space was closed. In smaller news I did not recieve straight As for this quarter of school. While this may seem petty and somewhat of a peeon in their brains is my ticket of freedom and with one B+ I am now a prisoner of my house filled with books Ive already read. I must blame my over weight teacher along with his inability to buy shirts to cover his belly filled with Jewish bagels and Hebrew National hot dogs that hangs just over his belt buckle making him lift it to piss, well In theory. But I must also blame myself. With the constant talking to my friends, who I have recently fallen in love with, but Ill save that for another day. We Talk anout nonsense while large pouch man babbles on about Pythagores and his cult of number lovers, and that has made all the difference my friends.