What? Tomorrow's Friday

          Up until now I have been shunning our blog because its mood swinginess.  I typed the longest freakin' novel into this cute little box, and it rewarded my efforts with deletion and automatic logoutosity.  I was banished from my own corner of cyberspace like a poked and hated chinchilla.  Well, I am back, and I'm going to SAVE THIS to the Word just in case webs.com decides to repeat its bout of unfairness.  I AM SPARTA!

          So, recap time.  Saturday [today] was pretty good.  Me n' Haley went up to St. Cloud, and shopped.  We got pretzels that were buttered and salted by the gods.  According to Haley, 'Patrick Stump in Pretzel form." After we successfully downed a large one of those, we then trekked to the Pet Store where the Chinchillas awaited us. There were puppies, too. No kitties, though.  We calmy watched them [the Chinchillas] sleep.  A little girl just kind of materialized right by us, and curiously poked one through the cage.  It jumped up and attacked her finger. Funniest part of the day.  Then after some uneventful scouring, we ate at the Famous Wok.  Delicious also.  We don't really go up to St. Cloud to shop, it's actually more for the food.  All in all, it was a good trip, better than when we went to the Mall of America and I mistook a painting of Kurt Cobain for Jesus. ("Hey, that's a painting of Jesus!" "No Alaina, that's Kurt Cobain..."  "NO!  IT'S JESUS!")

          Afterwards, we went and saw Watchmen.  Horrible.  Long, disgusting, and lame.  Although, I did like purple.  The color and the character with that color suit.

          So three hours later, I blog.