information travels faster - death cab for cutie

I discovered very little last night, and it is mostly due to the fact that i am not a very good detective, which i must admit is a little bit worrying because one day i would really like to be a detective in the kind of town that always seems to have rainy weather so i can walk around in a cool trenchcoat and hat and hang around in smokey bars with a whiskey on the rocks and think bitter thoughts like 'dames. All they do is take your money and leave you to die alone in the gutter with only your broken heart for company, bleeding out in a city that doesn't care.'

She seemed to like having company around, and it turns out she has been here for a long time but she really has no idea just how long she might have been here for. It feels a bit weird talking to a person and not having them respond to you, and i know i did exactly that with Turbo but it felt different because he has his own way of communicating ideas, and even if i couldn't understand him most of the time i still got that impression. Anyway, for a long time we sat around watching the lightning outside in the darkness and because she likes having a person around i talked for a long time about all the things i had been doing recently, like celes and the monks and the factory and relm and even little things like the sorts of muffins i had or the way some thickshakes just aren't as good as others but i don't really know why.

I still haven't gotten her name, but i started a list of names that are not hers:

Gina
Mei
Fio
Kiki
Sheeta
Eboshi
Chihiro
Sophie

I have never been good with names, so i guess it makes sense that i wouldn't get it on the first night. I guess i'll just have to come up with some better guesses next time.

At some point i fell asleep and woke up when the sun first came up because i left the curtains open to watch the lightning and it felt strange to not have the ghost girl around for a while, like every day maybe she haunted by the past much in the way she is haunting the cottage, a kind of sadness creating sadness that goes on for as long as her hopes and dreams and thoughts go untouched an unaccomplished.

I walked over to the shops today and it rained on me on the way there like i knew it would and the old man at the shop (His name is Mr Bogard. Andy is his first name, i think) looked at me for a while and then when i payed for my drink (iced coffee! Yay!) he looked at me all soaked to the bone and said 'rain dance worked, huh?' and i said 'what?' and he said 'i know you young people are all in touch with other alternative ways of making the earth be the earth and the rain dance is a pretty simple one but i guess you guys like to keep that stuff to yourself which is cool because i can pretend like i don't know nothing because truth be told i'm just an old man running an old store in the old part of an old country trying his best to sell the old stuff to the young crowd like i've done since the old days,'

And so he smiled and i smiled and then it was back to the cottage.

I found an old copy of 1984 in here, all dog eared and dusty and i haven't read it but i really liked George Orwell's Animal Farm when i read that so i figure i'll give it a shot during the day and maybe it will give me ideas for what the ghost girl's name might be, because i honestly have no idea at the moment.

Blake will prevail however! Patience and persistence, my friends!

Blake out.