Penguins

To quote a dear good wonderful friend of mine, "That totally blows my hair back"
I told you I was random. Anyway, the topic of my blog right now. Penguins. For some reason, probably based during elementary school, I began to really like penguins. I wrote a story about a fictitious one named Karen, and gave it to my dad. I think he still has it. I have, or own but do not keep around with me, that would be nuts, two regular sized stuffed penguins, and then a huge one that my dad bought me for my birthday or Christmas one year totally randomly, since I don't really keep that many stuffed animals around.
When I was younger and wanted to run away, I always wanted to go to Antarctica. I didn't care that it was freezing cold. I told myself that I would live in a tent and help the scientists down there learning about the penguins because they would understand me. I just wanted to take my life savings out (about $200 at the time), get on a plane and fly there, without my parents knowing, and then I would have felt like they cared about me. Boy, was I a funny kid. Actually, this is the first time I have ever told anyone that, so now the whole world, or the five people that think my blog is amusing enough to spend time on reading, now that little known fact about me. Geez, I don't even think that my parents know. I think I thought of running away when I was between the ages of ten and twelve, when everything was so "dramatic" and the end of the world was coming for whatever dumb reason I was sitting in my room crying. You read my personality traits blog, so you know what I'm talking about.
Anyway, that's my whole story on penguins, I'm surprised that I wasn't one for Halloween. I'll tell you about all the strange get-ups that I was in in a later blog.
Signing off, this is your captain, Que sera.
Adios!