Name: Dallas

Content: Hi, its raining here in dallas. For the first time this summer the locals say. I don't know if its true or if it's just a load of bs. All I really know is rain or shine this country isn't habitable, its a wasteland. I know people think they can live here and be happy but they can't and in the end its all the same. Why do they even try one may ask? Well I guess it all comes down to we all have dreams and we all have to follow them sooner or later. I for one am glad we don't all have or follow the same dreams. I don't want to be a doctor but I'm glad someone is. We don't really want to throw our party but someone has to and the time draws nigh when it is more than necessary. Do you ever go to bed one morning and look back on the week and think wow what have I done this week? Have I used lol so many times it no longer has meaning even in my own mind? Did the ghosts of events remaining in my consciousness accur this week or last or in some bygone era only remembered in some tattered history book used like davids pillow stone by some less than studious student who's thoughts drift into some unknown realm that not even he himself could actually explain to me let alone aid me in the rememberance of something he neglected to actually learn? Is my life so predictable that from one week to the next there is nothing of consequence to distinguish them by? Is this a bad thing? Would randomness be preferable? Is true randomness even conceivably possible? Or is not every event or action no matter how random it seems actually a direct or indirect result of the cascade of event preceding it?