on the road again

Well I did little with my senior skip day. I went out to lunch at chilis then went to the bank to get money to burn over the weekend. After awhile I ended up home alone making dinner for my family who didn't eat it anyway. My family dosent appreciate my cooking anymore. I proceeded to make a yummy strawbery rhubarb pie... No one had a slice and it depressed me. The next day Colton and I decided to take a road trip to Wright Patterson Air Force Museum, about an hour into the trip Colton admits he has no idea how to get there, we pulled over a half an hour later to find a map, we were unsuccessful until in a moment of brilliance I discover my phone has advanced GPS and mapping capabilities. It was brilliant until we figured out my subscription was out.so I compensated by downloading google maps *take that sprint* it worked until we hit constructon that google failed to tell us about. The result was asking for directions and an extra hour of wasted time. But we got there and it was so worth It! Did I happen to mention that his cars AC was broken the whole trip? All of this was on my blackberry while I am supposed to be looking at the directions home!

Urghhgghghhhghghg (zombie translation: brains!!)

The last few days are winding down to a close, and as Mr. A said the zombies have arrived, i have been preparing for this moment the entire year! They said it would happen, it was predicted over and over again, they all said it wouldnt happen to them, now look around! The infection has begun and I must survive!!! I can feel the tention in my english class, you can cut it with a knife. I can hear the labored breathing of the kid who sits somewhere behind me, I can hear the splash of drool as it hits the desk! he is coming for me, I just know it. I have enough time to run if he goes through someone else first (i liked them enough, but not enough to risk my neck for him :) ) i can go for the window, from there everyone else in the room is on their own.

hiding

Todat so far has sucked!because of this I decided to skip choir and hide in the little theater.I am blogging via blackberry hiding in the farthest corner.I knew today would suck when I woke up at 3:30am from a massive lightning strike in my yard which ended up blowing our power! So from the light of my blackberry I found the breaker box and struggled to find the right fuses.most were blown from the surge and needed to be replaced. I tried to find the spares but there were none.so I told my dad to figure it out while I called Toledo Edison.two and a half hours later they show up but its not just our box its the whole outside line that was taken out.so I couldn't shower which sucked I had to get dressed in the dark do my makeup I ended up skipping breakfast and feel like blacking out plus my car window is stuck thankfully in the up position. First period I had to make a pie which failed tremendously because the crust fell apart so I said "screw this* " and did it my way which still sucked.I can't rememb much about second period and now I am sitting in the theater all alone trying to keep myself from falling to pieces.

outside

so we went outside today for CW. and it was amazing, trust me once someone gets me outside I transform into somthing much more fun, and who thought I could be even more awsome than I am already! We had to write about somthing insignificant, while I was playing in the creek (Cutting the bottom of my foot in the process, expecting eather hep B, swine flu, or tetnis to set in whithin 24 hours) I found a golf ball covered in grossness! I wrote about the poor little darling.

Ode to a golf ball I found in the creek one day!
To a tiny golf ball sitting in the bottom of the creek,
so small and insignificant compared to the magjsty of the water,
you are too small to be a home to the crawdaddies,
and you are too big to be swallowed by a fish,
and now you are covered in green slime,
green slime that fules the whole water ecosystem,
the fish eat the green slime,
and so do the crawdaddies,
People don't eat the green slime, but if it wasnt for us the ecosystem would have one less slime covered golf ball.

the end

By brandi phillips