Dang I have Young Wrikis this week, don't I?

 (last episode) Aight let's see what I can do. I'm working under pressure and on a time limit soooo wish me luck!

Theodore was standing at the top of a hill looking over a city, a very strange city. There were so many automobiles. Cars literally covered the streets and there were four or five planes flying overhead. there were also other aircraft flying over the city. They almost looked like the cab of a car but they had a long tail and a huge set of propellers on top that kept them airborne. Theodore began to hear again and noticed that from the city nobody spoke. The only sounds that came from the little town were those of the vehicles. Motors hummed on the ground and in the air. Horns were constantly honking. And he heard the siren of a police car. As he stood there Theodore heard the crash of an accident. He searched the streets for the sound he had heard, and saw nothing but a blocked up road where all the cars were bumper to bumper sitting in the road stopped.
He thought maybe he should help. He knew something of medicine and might have something to offer in a car accident situation. However he couldn't move. He tried to pull his feet off the ground but they wouldn't obey. He looked down and gasped. He seemed to have no feet, or legs, or anything for that matter. He had no body. fingers, hands, back, nose, all gone. He looked around and concluded that this was some sort of dream. Yes, he had fallen unconscious earlier during the strange tornado.
"Well if this is a dream," Theodore tried to say but lacking a mouth it was left as nothing but a thought, "if this is a dream I might as well just go along with it." Just then his vision swooped toward the center of the city. As he flew over the cars he looked at the people. Most of them looked bored and tired. the people who were stuck in traffic looked angry and exasperated. None of them looked worried about what might have happened to the people involved in the accident. Some of them looked at their watches as if they didn't have time for tragic events, while others looked at small devices in their hands. Theodore was very confused at what he was seeing. Where had he gone?

Part 5 (might as well)

We did this for a few months, spending all day at the fort, going hunting before dark, and then returning to town with fresh meet and food from the greenhouse. From the day we found the secret base I mostly stopped letting boys join the youngsters. I only let three kids in during this time. Jose was actually studying to be an airplane pilot, so I agreed to let him help us out. Grant and Matt were both into hunting and they both had their own equipment. Apparently they were out hunting when the storm hit. The storm is what people had started calling the attack that... Well, you know what happened...

Winter in town was hard, as we expected, but just about everyone survived. Gramps was very good at organizing people and keeping everyone calm, even through some of the toughest storms. Soon it was Spring, and then summer. The town was becoming very healthy. We had farms built, and medical re-advancements (we had an actual doctor). We also found a couple other towns like ours, and developed some trade with them. Turns out an entire hospital had survived and they were trying to take care of all the patients. So we traded work for medicine. 

Unfortunately not everyone on earth was settling down and rebuilding. One summer evening after a church meeting our town was raided. Nobody was hurt, but a small group of refuges came and stole food from our stores at gunpoint. I doubt they had any ammo but I wasn't going to risk it. After that I volunteered the youngsters to help patrol the town and build a wall. If you've ever read Nehemiah (book of the Bible) then you can get an idea of what it was like in our town after we found that there might be enemy threats. Everyone pitched in to build the wall. Gramps assigned where everyone would build (as close to their own home as possible). Eventually we weren't only a town but a fort, and we didn't have much trouble after that. I mean who wants to go up against a town full of prepared healthy people that are defending their homes. 

I still had the youngsters patrol the walls and the granary, each with a concealed hand gun. I still didn't want anyone to know we had found real weapons. I mean we're kids. They'd probably take them away and tell us  to sit in the corner or something.

Then it happened...A group people of people in our little town were especially angry about the storm and decided to go out to the nearest bombing site and mess around with the red field of posts. Gramps was against the little raid and tried to convince the people not to go, but they didn't listen. All the youngsters were in town due to the fact that it was Saturday, and none of them left with the mob.
The nearest bomb site was about a mile away, so sometimes we could hear the banging and crashing of hammers and rocks on metal posts. Everyone who stayed in town waited for about six hours for the angry mob to return. After all those hours of listening to the clanging coming from the bomb site everyone was surprised and frightened by the sound of an explosion. At the time I was sitting and talking to Gramps in front of his little hut, but as soon as I heard the loud boom I ran to the wall. One of the younglings, Grant actually, was patrolling the wall and was looking toward the site for a few seconds before turning to me and yelling "Hostile aircraft spotted sir!" I knew it was directed toward me and that he was waiting for my orders but for a minute I was stuck. My heart stopped, my brain shut down. I had a flash back of standing in front of my old church youth group to present the memory verse. I remembered standing there and, after all the preparation I had gone through, being unable to put my thoughts into words. I realized the reason I didn't wan to be a leader was because I was afraid. I was afraid to be responsible for people's lives.Another explosion woke me from my daze. This was real and now. I had to be a leader, no matter how much I didn't want to.
"Get your brother and go to the fort!" I yelled to Grant. I saw Zach come from around the corner of the big house that started our town. "Zach, get all the boys and meet me at the western gate! Gramps get all the men ready for... anything! everyone else should get inside and hide. Don't put them in the bit house that might be the first target in an attack on the village." I stopped for a moment, realizing that I had just told basically the mayor what to do. Gramps just looked at me, smiled a little, and started to carry out my orders. Then I ran to the gate, calling all the youngsters I saw on the way to follow me.
When I got there I found that Hammy was there with Jose and Shawn. "You three," I said to them,"stay here and help Gramps."
I waited another minute for Zach to round up  a few more boys. When they were all assembled in front of the gate I took the lead and opened the gate as we heard another explosion. Was it just me or was that one closer that time.
It took us three minutes to get a wooded area near the river and find the first villager. He was running toward us at full speed yelling "They're back! Run!" A few of my boys slowed down a little. I wanted nothing but to run the other way. My mind was telling me to panic and try to save myself. I knew though, that I had to do something. I lead my team past more scared running people. Some of them were limping and one was being carried.
I looked up and hovering over us was a round metal sphere about the size of a basketball. The whole thing began to glow green. Then the green concentrated to one point on the ball. I had seen enough Doctor Who to know what happened next. "Everybody down!" I yelled, and my team jumped to the ground, hiding behind trees and rocks. I ducked as a beam of green light flew over my head and and exploded behind me. I was thrown forward by the explosion but somewhat safely landed on a rock-free patch of grass. I had very little time to be thankful for my soft landing though, because the orb had began to glow again. "Fire!" I was surprised to find my voice squeak a little as I grabbed for my hidden weapon. Soon my whole team was shooting at the ball. The bullets only left little dents in the metal. The glowing started to gather on the orb and it was pointing to the middle of the group. "Spread out!" Everyone ran in different directions. The beam missed. I jumped to my right, got behind a large rock and took aim, as the sphere began to glow again. This time the glow seemed to be focusing on me. I shot, but the bullet glanced of the side of the ball. everything was in slow motion. The green light was almost completely concentrated. I shot again. The bullet flew and hit the orb right in it's center, right in the point where the glow was gathering. And Bang! no more metal basketball.
I was so relieved to have killed it. I could now go back to the village and sit in my hut and rest. Just as I started climbing out of my hiding spot a green light shot in front of my vision and a tree exploded to my left I shielded my eyes with my arms as splinters flew everywhere. The explosion was close enough to knock me on my back, this time on the rock I was hiding behind. As I tried to regain my breath I heard more gunshots and rolled over. There in front of me were two more orbs. "Aim for the glow! Wait till the last second!" I hoped everyone heard me. As the orbs prepared to fire I aimed for the bright point. I fired, but the exploding sound wasn't coming from my target. I had missed and the beam had landed right next to a tree that one of my men was behind. I heard him yell in pain as the explosion threw him into the open. Caleb's legs were badly burned and he was plastered with dirt. He laid there moaning, but not moving. Both orbs begin take aim on him. I pulled myself to my feet and fired madly at one of the spheres. Then I saw Sam run to Caleb, grab his arms and start pulling him behind cover. I knew I couldn't hit that tiny point again. the first time was luck. Just as the orbs are about to fire and kill Caleb and Sam, a rocket flies over my head. It shatters one orb and the explosion pushes the other through the air, causing it to miss it's target.
I turned around to see Matt driving a jeep, and Grant in the passenger seat with an RPG on his shoulder and an M4 strapped to his back. Grant was loading another rocket and staring wide eyed at the enemy. I faced the enemy again with new hope. I crouched behind my rock and took aim. The ball was now focusing it's glow on the jeep I pulled the trigger nothing happened... really, out of ammo? Not cool. Matt pulled a shotgun out from next to his seat and took a one handed shot at the orb. Just as the beam began to form the air was filled with orb shards and the sound of victory!

So there's a little action for you. I'm kinda experimenting with this story so honest feedback is cool. Even if you don't like it I give you permission to say so. I want Your opinion so go ahead and comment, and you can be totally honest... ish

Poetry Anyone?

Well seeing as I haven't had any ideas for my boring story, I will freshen things up with some poetry. I wrote all this in my freshmen (or was it sophomore) year, and may or may not be very interesting to you... But I wrote it weather you like it or not so grow up and live with it! ...hehe...

Haikus

Trampolines-
Up, down, flip, and roll
up, down, and hit the ground hard
good old trampolines

Old People-
Red break lights ahead
twelve cars lined up on the road
old people drive slow

Haiku Writing-
Ideas in my mind
which one should I choose today
Haiku writing time!

Candles-
The smell fills the room
lights flickering here and there,
candles make me sweat.

The "Pig Sty"-
It may be stinky,
and it's probably a mess,
but I love my room.

Iambic Pentameter

The Procrastinator-
He sits and thinks of what to write for class
He knows he should have done this yesterday,
He sits and thinks and wonders what to do
He's so confused he leaves the room to play

Other Poetry

I'm Sorry but I'm Not-
It wasn't really my fault
when you were gone this morning,
at home there was no adult
and your cat and I were only playing

It chased the string that was in my hand
I threw the string into a boiling pot,
the cat jumped, only in the pot to land
and now I'm sorry but I'm not.

It's not Raining-
It's not raining
and I'm not sick,
It's not very muddy
and the fog isn't that thick

In fact it is sunny
and there is a light breeze,
But it's not like I'm going
 to go outside and freeze

I could be outside
having fun and getting dirty,
But instead I'm inside
learning about biodiversity

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I write this verse
to explain how I'm feeling,
I'm disappointed with the boys
and the games they've been losing

I'm not looking forward
to another week of school,
and by now I've concluded
that biology is not very cool

But this I must say
In me there is gladness,
because Jesus has saved me
from Hell and other such badness.

...wait I can't say "ish" after that last line. It would be inaccurate. And I can't say "ish" after that ether... this post stinks... :^)... ish

Part 4 (this is a long intro)

Unfortunately I was the one who opened the door so I was once again at the front of a stampede. If being a leader meant I would always be getting run over by the people who are supposedly following me then maybe I should have gotten out of it. Alas I didn't. Luckily I didn't get knocked over this time. As I entered the room I jumped to the side of the doorway and watched as the boys started exploring. From where I was standing I could see most of the room. It was full of computers (all off) and other electric devices that didn't make sense to me and probably didn't work. In the corner of the room there was  door leading down, I guessed, into a basement. Everything was covered in cobwebs. Hammy was, very excitedly, examining the computers, telling anyone who was interested what model they were or what year they were made. It turns out they were all very nice and fairly new.
Surprisingly, when Zach flipped a switch on the wall everything turned on. As everyone found a computer to mess with Sam and I made our way to the trap door. It was not locked so we just opened it. The doorway lead to a dark staircase that turned so that we couldn't see where it lead. Sam and I only stared at each other for a second before smiling and climbing down the stairs.
Now before the Apocalypse I had spent maybe a little too much time watching Indiana Jones movies, so I was very cautious not to set off any booby traps. Fortunately there weren't any, and now that I look back on it, that building was probably used so much that the people who used it didn't want to bother with constantly dodging their own traps.
Now sure I thought the computers upstairs were cool, but when you walk into a giant underground warehouse filled with guns, jeeps, planes, and helicopters it's easy to get a little over whelmed. Sam and I stood there staring as one by one the others came down the stairs to join us. The tunnel seemed to go on forever. Beyond all the cool weapons there were huge stores of canned food and further down the cave was a giant greenhouse. "Don't. touch. anything." I said slow and loud so everyone heard. They all looked disappointed, but nobody argued. We all walked down an aisle in the middle of the room and found that the end was a set of huge metal double doors.
"Okay this is obviously a base built for emergencies." I said as the youngsters gathered around me in front of the doors. "This is an emergency- No Jason that doesn't mean we can test drive the Humvee!- We will tell no one of this place. All anyone needs to know is that this is the youngsters... hideout, fort, base, whatever you want to call it. The thing is we cant let the town take control yet. Now this place probably isn't known of by the military or the government. It must be private, otherwise someone would be here. the owner must not have survived the attack..." And thus started the planing.
We brought all the canned food back to town telling Gramps that we had found a bomb shelter with these provisions, and that we would from now on use that shelter for the youngsters headquarters. Thankfully all the youngsters took the plans very seriously and everyone was in agreement... for the most part. There was a little conflict over who would be in charge of flying the helicopter.
Soon we were all studying manuals and getting the greenhouse planted. I set Hammy in charge of computers and aviation, and I had him pick who he wanted to help him. Zach used to work at a mechanic's shop so I had him take charge of the Jeeps, Humvees and the one tank. The greenhouse was given to Shawn the youngest of the youngsters (also known as shrimp or the sheep). He was so exited to be in charge of something, and being the sun of a farmer, he was very knowledgeable about taking care of a garden.
Hammy somehow (don't ask me I'm not that smart) got internet back on the computers. You have no idea how helpful youtube can be when your trying to learn self defense and hand-to-hand combat. Pretty soon we were all at headquarters learning how to use this stuff and how to fight with guns and our own hands. I realized I was building an army.

This is a long intro, and I'm afraid it will be a short ending...ish

Real or Not???

Okay I had a pretty crazy dream last night. Have you ever had a dream that after waking up you couldn't decide weather or not it was real? maybe when you were 4 right? Well I just had one of those last night. Now I don't think I can fly, I'm not searching my room for hidden treasure and I don't think anyone died. But I did have a visitor in my dream... DUN DUN DUN!

So the dream went on like any other, completely normal stuff mixed with extremely obscure events. I was actually in control of my body but not the rest of the dream, though I knew it was a dream.
As usual I was on an alien spaceship with some friends of mine (real world people) in the middle of an adventure. but this dream wasn't all about me... I wasn't the main character. In fact the main character was a girl. This is the first clue I had that this dream was not normal.
Well I don't quite remember details but I do know that there was fighting and someone showed up partway through the dream to help us. I know this person outside of the dream world- tel'aran'rhiod if you will- but unlike most dream worlders this character didn't go with the rules of the dream. It was as if she was having the dream and controlling it somewhat. She knew it was a dream too. Everyone else I have ever come across in my dreams was completely convinced they were in the real world. This person is the second clue that this was no average dream.
The third unusual (to a dream) thing that happened was we finished our adventure... I never get to finish dreams. Something was wrong here.
After we won, or whatever, we were all transported to the home of the person controlling the dream. I had been to this house quite a bit in my dreams but I had never seen it so accurately. Whenever I go anywhere familiar in my dreams they are very different than what is really supposed to be there. The only thing that was wrong was the pond was clean and the pool was gone. I count this as unusual so now four clues.
As if things weren't weird enough the new character gathered me and all my friends around. Wait They're still here? What are they doing here? normally people don't hang out in my dreams for this long. I forgot who some of the people were but I know they were all around sense the beginning. There's another weird thing. Any way so we all gather around and the person who seems to be controlling the dream explains (it's normal for me to forget exact words, even in real life) that she is really in the dream. Wait "the dream"? Is it mine? Is it yours? Is it the person I mentioned earlier who seemed to be the main character? I didn't ask. She says that she has linked telepathically to the dream... Odd... She says it's actually quite possible and just about anyone can do it. Even me?.. Apparently... As she explains to us that she is actually in the dream and that in the waking world we might be able to learn how to do this my dad comes up.
Apparently my mind still had some say on what happened. So my dad comes into the yard where we are talking and tells me that this is a waste of time and that I should be exited to learn how to make money and build things instead of this witchcraft. I explained to him that it was science not witchcraft, and it didn't take much time at all seeing as dreams are much faster than reality. Then I brought up the point that I could get rest at the same time cause I'm asleep the whole time. He questions this last point so I then have to go ask if it's true. Just as she's leaving I ask her "hey does this stuff take any energy?"
"A lot" was all she said before she left, probably to go get some real sleep.
once she left I went to the pool... the pool that had now reappeared. I had control over the dream. I jumped into the water... I could breath. Yep this was my dream now.... Then I woke up.

So was this a real? It was obviously a dream but were the people real?.. Oh I should ask my sister about her dream. I know she was one of the people that were supposed to be there. If we had the same dream then it's true. If she doesn't remember then nothing is answered. If she had a different dream then maybe it was just me and the person who was controlling everything. Asking the controller if she was telepathically linked to me would be awkward, and who knows whether or not the answer is true?... ish

Part 3

I kept running, and looking up, running and looking. SMACK! I had run straight into something hard and flat. I started to stand and look around. There were willow trees all around, I must have been close to the river. The wall I had run into was hidden by the branches of one of the trees. "You okay?" I turned my head (a little to quickly), that wasn't Zach's voice.

"Yeah I'm fine" I said as I noticed that my entire team was standing around the tree I had run into. "What are you all doing here?"

After a little awkward silence it was Sam who said "I was following a... well a bird." Then everyone started talking at once. As I listened I found that we all had been fallowing a brown owl to this point. I turned my attention to the what was behind the branches of the tree. I moved them aside and found concrete. Everyone joined me in trying to find a door, and soon we were all standing in front of a huge set of metal doors that of coarse were locked. I could feel the curiosity and mischief growing in the crowd of teenage boys around me. I almost got trampled while everyone rushed to the door and tried to pick the lock. In the bustle I didn't even see Hammy coming. 

I don't know how Hammy survived the two weeks he spent on his own, but when he found us I just had to let him in the group. Mostly I liked him cause he was funny, but he was also smart. Hammy helped to build our weapons for hunting and he actually got a computer working back at the base. So he was very useful, unless your in the middle of a stampede of exited boys. You see Hammy probably weighs about three hundred and fifty pounds, so I didn't stand a chance when he shoved past me, knocking me over. 

When I landed on the ground (and my already injured head) I thought I hit something small and hard. As I lay there in front of the doors I noticed that the ground I landed on was soft. I lifted myself up and saw the word WELCOME written across as large door mat, but I didn't see anything small or hard. As the boys all fumbled with the lock, I lifted the corner of the mat and found a shiny little key. It's amazing what some people will hide under the door mat. 

"Hey fellas!" I said, and they all looked at me. I showed them the key, and with slightly disappointed looks they all let me by. I stuck the key in the lock and turned it with no trouble. Then I pushed on the door. Nothing... I pushed again. Still nothing... A few of the boys got behind me and helped push. It wouldn't budge. We kept trying until finally someone behind me said "Did you geniuses try pulling?" The pushing stopped. All our cheeks reddened as we stepped back and I puled the door wide open, but all embarrassment faded as we looked into the room we had just discovered... ish

Post Apocalyptic deal continued

I thought it might be a while until my next update. I figured I would have to have a depressing dream or get sick... well I was wrong all I needed was to do some pre-cal.

Turns out Gramps was a very good leader. Everyone in our new little community looked up to him. I guess he kind of became the mayor of our little town. Pretty soon he was running everything, although he couldn't do it all himself. So he started looking for helpers. He gathered to most sane, kind, and intelligent people to help govern the little village. That was all good for him but I tried not to get too involved in governing this one place.
The more stories I herd the more I realized... (at this time I took a break from writing for a few days... but I spent the night before last throwing up, so I'm kinda in a post apocalyptic mood + I spent all morning yesterday watching Dr. Who.) Eghem ... I realized that my place wasn't here. I knew I couldn't just sit here and wait for the next attack. I had to move. But what could I do? These thoughts were all milling around in my mind while I was hunting. I had started hunting the day I met Gramps, and ever sense then I would spend half the day scavenging for food. After I met him, Sam started to go with me on these little trips. Then as they came other young people joined the hunting party. We never seemed to come home with enough food and what we did find usually wasn't all that tasty. Squirrels are very tough and all the ones we caught were rather scrawny. Coyotes are only worth killing for fur and to keep them from eating the squirrels. Rabbits were a treat when we could find them. Anyway I was hunting with Sam and the other youngsters (The name Gramps gave the teenage group of kids that hunted with me, about 20 kids altogether). We had split up into pairs to cover more ground. I was with a kid named Zach. He was a year older than me but for some reason he still thought of me as his leader, all the youngsters did, though I don't know why. For the first few weeks I tried to ignore the fact, but the more people came to our village for help, the more children would come to me for permission to join the youngsters (as if it was the coolest new club).
Zach shook me. Apparently I wasn't moving. "Hey quit daydreaming" he whispered "I just saw a something in the brush over there." He pointed to a clump of bushes where I could see a rather fat rabbit staring at us. It seemed to be trying as hard as it could to look like a clump of brown grass. I aimed my homemade bow (one of several attempts to make something that could actually launch sharp projectiles), but just as I was ready to take the shot a brown streak shot down from the sky like a chocolate lightning bolt. I caught a gimps of a owl snatching up my fat rabbit right before it returned to the sky.
My rabbit was gone. My nice, fat, tasty rabbit vanished before my eyes. In my anger I ran chasing the owl. No I didn't notice at the time that the rabbit was way to big for the owl to eat, and no I didn't find it odd that I could actually keep up with the flying owl from the ground...

gotta go to bed now... ish 

First Day of Winter

You know that first day of winter. Not the date on the calendar that says "First Day of Winter". I'm talking about the day when it's cold and wet and all you want is to sit next to a fire and drink hot tea or hot chocolate. Yeah, well that day should be a holiday, that way people like me wont be so depressed. That day always seems to be right when you don't want to do anything that involves effort or energy. It's always when you feel sleepy or in need of a good long book. At least that's how I always feel. But If it were a holiday maybe it wouldn't be so bad.

Schools should look forward to this day and estimate when it will happen. They should cancel all classes on that day and tell all the students and teachers to stay home and celebrate, and by celebrate I mean nap. 

Everyone should go home and enjoy a warm quiet house. They should avoid using computers or cell phones and all that stuff, and just rest. People can play board games, read books, and drink hot beverages. Non-electric gifts can be given and everyone has to eat soup for dinner. Nobody should change out of their pajamas, and half the day must be spent under a blanket (not counting sleeping at night). People should read the Bible and spend  some extra quality time in prayer. 

So basically this should be a day to be as lazy as possible. There should be very little preparation for this day, just enough so that you can eat and sleep without interruption. Just treat it like everyone used to do Sundays. If we did this once a year I would definitely look forward to the first day of winter. But as it is winter a a rather depressing time. It causes me to have weird/bad dreams, and it always overloads me with school (overload meaning I have to do any school).

Yes this would be a good holiday... ish

One or Some of my Guilty Pleasures

Well for some reason I try to seem a little less home schooled than some people. I try to be just a little... um... cooler, you might say, than other home educated children. Not that I think all home schoolers are nerds, some of the coolest people I know are home schooled. I'ts just that I sometimes find myself trying not to be the stereotypical home schooler. Well today I'm going to put away the "cool" and bring out the nerd in me...

I still like and play with LEGOS... Yes, you probably remember those little building toys, all colorful and awesome. Well at least they're awesome to me. I really enjoy making cool stuff with all those small pieces. I'm always upset when my brothers destroy what I make. I still argue with them over who gets certain parts. I even try to get the boys to put all the LEGOS away in their correct boxes. Maybe someday I will understand  that that will never happen.

I love the Lord of the Rings. I know way too many quotes from those movies-"They're taking the Hobbits to Isingard". And no I'm not a total LOTR fan, I haven't read all the books just The Hobbit and The Fellowship of the Ring. I can't wait for The Hobbit to come out! I wish I had a replica of every main characters weapon... I want Sting!!! I want them to make LEGO LOTR, that would just be epic!

Lets not start with Star Wars. We'll just say that I know that those big four legged robots on Hoth are called AT-AT's (All Terrain Attack Transport), and that the "chicken walkers" are actually AT-ST's (All Terrain Scout Transport).

Um I'm a Boy Scout... not exactly a guilty pleasures, but dorky none the less.

I LOVE TO SCARE PEOPLE!!! It's wrong I know, and rather unwise, but it's so fun... Until they smack you, or chase you into a corner, and tackle you to the ground, and... well it's just not fun afterward. It also makes you less likely to be scared by others. It's a good thing when people are just making fun and they try to make you jump, but if someone actually attacks you from behind I imagine your reflexes will be slower... this one isn't really dorky but it is a guilty pleasure.

I like to throw knives. I could stay outside for hours just counting how many times I can stick a knife in a piece of wood 15ft away. So far I can get about 3/4 accuracy... not bad for a beginner. 

I love blogging, nuf said...ish

Don't worry this isn't normal

Normally I'm really lighthearted and funny, but... I don't know... something came over me...

"Here we are" I say as my team rounded the corner of a building and came in view of the fort. That is if "fort" is the right word. Its been almost a year sense the thing fell out of the sky, and with it came the worst alien attack the earth had ever seen. Before that day I had never believed in extraterrestrial life, but as it turns out the government has been in contact with different alien races for the last fifty years. But about a year and a half ago they started losing contact with different planets. Nobody knew what was going on, and nobody imagined that this would.

Almost a year ago this huge "spaceship" flew down from space and landed here in Washington D.C. I wasn't there. Unfortunately I was home in California, so I had no warning when the monsters invaded. I remember it was a Friday and I was at work, my Dad was in the bay area working, my Mom was driving my sisters to music class and my brothers were at home. I was folding rags at the shop and stacking them in the cleaning cabinet when I heard distant thunder then I felt the ground shake. I had been in the shop a while now, but it had been fairly sunny last time I was outside. Then I got a phone call. It was my Dad. I remember wondering why he would call me when he's supposed to be at work. His voice was shaky, and I was immediately frightened. My Dads voice was never shaky. "Ben" he said quickly, "how's everyone?"

"I'm fine, but I'm at work." I said confused, "everyone who?" 

"Just get home and check on my family. Mom won't answer her phone an-" He was cut of and all I could hear was static. I was so scared, I didn't even think that my Dad was joking. I ran to my boss' office, told him I had to go, and grabbed his truck's keys. 

As soon I went outside I saw smoke rising in the north.  the smoke wasn't just rising from one spot. It seemed to be coming from the whole area. As soon as I was a mile away from the shop I hard more thunder. I just had time to look back behind me as I saw the little town become completely enveloped in flames. That's when the truck was thrown off the road and I was knocked unconscious. 

When I woke up there was smoke everywhere so you couldn't see more than a mile in any direction. I was still just outside the little town I used to work at. But there was no town everything was burnt to the ground and perfectly level. Every hundred feet there was a sort of post with a red light at the top. I tried to find a trace of the shop or my boss and co-workers, but there was nothing but ash. Just then I turned and ran. I ran as fast as I could toward home. Six miles later and out of breath I found the same thing as the last town. everything had been destroyed. Everything was replaced with lit up posts, and I was too devastated to move. I couldn't wonder what the post were. I couldn't even cry. I just stood there looking at the destruction of everything I loved. 

It must have been hours before I decided to go. I didn't know where but I went. I kept walking until my sorrow had turned to anger. I walked from town to town looking at the destruction. The giant round patches of ash weren't only in place of towns some where just in the middle of nowhere. That night I walked until my legs gave out and I fell. There I slept.

The next morning I felt someone shaking me awake. Before I even opened my eyes I knew I was back home and one of my brothers was waking me to show me something he had drawn, or maybe my Dad about to give me a lecture on laziness. But when I opened my eyes I saw that I wasn't in my room. I was laying in the ruble of a once rather large town that was now empty save for me and the person shaking me. I turned over to see who it was and looked into an old wrinkled face with eyes brightened by tears he was holding back. The man was covered in ash and babbling about... well... it's kind of obvious. It seemed that he had gone quite mad but I tried to listen to him. The things he said didn't make any sense, and I didn't say anything while he led me to a spot right at the edge of the town. He brought me to the the very edge of the explosion where apparently his house once stood. The explosion had only flattened and burned part of the house. The rest had been knocked over by the force of the explosion. It seemed that the bombs were very precise in how much ground they covered. As I looked back on all the towns I had walked through I remembered that they were all destroyed in perfectly round circles of about the same size. The old man started digging through the wreckage until he found a small picture frame. He looked at it for a moment then handed it to me as a tear rolled down his wrinkled cheek. I already knew what I was going to see but I looked at the picture anyway. It was an old picture all black and white. "She's beautiful" It was the first time I had spoken sense I grabbed my boss's keys and my voice was extremely crackly. The old man stopped mumbling and became very quiet.
The next few weeks I spent taking care of the old man who's name he never told me, so I just called him Gramps. Eventually he started making sense with his words and I got to hear his story. He had been driving through the country from work, like me when the bombs hit, and when he came home he found his home destroyed and nobody there.
About a week after I met Gramps I found another survivor. Sam had been on a trip to the grocery store for his Mom right before the invasion. It didn't take much deciding to call it an invasion. It seemed that the towns were all targeted, and all communication was down. In other words we couldn't use our cellphones.
Throughout the next month we found many survivors. Gramps and I tried to take care of all of them but it wasn't easy. Food was scarce, medicine was impossible to get, and winter was coming. We didn't stay at the  old mans burnt house though. We found a nice big house that was still intact out in the country, and that served as our base. Pretty soon we had a little community going. People from miles around came with nothing but horror stories about extreme loss. For some reason I made a point to listen to whatever I could. It was torture but I made myself listen.

This is way longer than I thought it would be. I'll finish it in another post. Sorry to make it sound so sad, and now that I've re-read it it looks pretty stupid, but I thought I should post anyway...ish

Aliens?

So I've been posting about extreme and unnatural disasters and my little brother asked me to post about Alien Invasion... Well all I can think to say is do with Calvin and Hobbs on that...

Calvin- "See any UFOs?" 
Hobbes- "Not yet."
Calvin- "Well, keep your eyes peeled. They're bound to land here sooner or later." 
Hobbes- "What will we do when they come?" 
Calvin- "See if we can sell Mom and Dad into slavery for a star cruiser."
-Calvin and Hobbes: Something Under The Bed Is Drooling...ish

Extreme Power Outage?

After I wrote about zombies it was requested by a reader that I write about what to do in case of all the power going out. I understand there is a new show based on the subject. Being unacquainted with this show I think it might be interesting to see the differences in choices.

What you might need: 

If you read the Zombies post you are already good to go, just forget the treadmills. Basically get some land, high ground is best, farm tools, knives, hunting bows/crossbows, seed supply, wood (lots of wood),extra nonperishable foods, fencing or wall material (obviously not electric), some animals [goats, dogs, horse(s)], guns, ammo, and access to fresh water (hand pump well). 

Prep:

Okay you remember that farm I had you start in case of zombies? Well that's exactly what I want you to do now. The land should, as I said, be on high ground and just outside the town you live in. Build a fence/wall around this land. Start a garden. Plant all different kinds of seeds. Get some fruit trees, and lot's of vegetables. Learn to take care of your animals. Get a goat you can milk, you will have to learn to like goat milk. Basically make sure you can live without having to go to McDonald's. You can also build more bows and arrows. Don't know how? Google it!

Power out: 
So the power goes out. DUNDUNDUN!!! Now just like if zombies are attacking go collect you friends. "But it would be chaos out there! People would be going crazy!"... I know some of you are thinking this, but really? There should be a little buffer time before people start killing each other. You're going to want your friends around later (and you don't really want them to be stuck in the middle of the chaos just because you were too wimpy to go outside). You wont be able to use a buss, so build an armored wagon or something. you can pull this with the horse I told you to get earlier. Or you could just go on foot. when you get back to your farm/fort get a watch set up. Make sure you know if any one is coming and be ready to help or fight them when they do. Get your farm going for reals, you have too live off of it. You can use some of you spare food supply to get started, but the sooner you are living off your farm the better. Start a chain of command. Make sure everybody knows who to take orders from and give orders to. The last thing you want is your own team fighting against you. Write a constitution that everyone has to follow. If there are no rules who knows what desperate people will do?
Train for battle. Make sure everyone has a weapon, and they know how to use it. When Zombies attack you can count on them being slow and dumb. Humans on the other hand, can be much more effective. You can probably count on fewer numbers though. Most people would see your fort and not bother. If they're hungry they'll raid a Foodmaxx or something. Make your fort look like it would be hard to attack and you will have a lot less trouble. Sooooo, I don't know, you can get a flag, put barbed wire on top your fence/wall. Maybe you could paint your faces crazy colors. Or you could go with the professional look; uniforms, patrols, cool hats. Do whatever you can to keep people away. The less fighting the better. Don't use your guns unless your enemy has them or you really need them. You will eventually run out of ammo. try to make it so they run out first ("they" being the rest of the world).
See if you can find other groups like yourself. Team up with them. I'm not saying leave your fort, but make sure you have a good relationship with them. You could help them and they could help you. Maybe they have some types of food you don't. Maybe they need weapons. You could trade with them. If their fort is destroyed offer to take in survivors. Send out rescue parties to help any other people. Be nice.
But also be firm. With new arrivals you may need to make sure you don't let in rotten apples. they could ruin your system. Create a court system, punish law breakers, don't tolerate criminals. They will destroy you, and like I said you don't want conflict from the inside.
Stay alive until the power comes back on. And if it doesn't... stinks for you HA!

So basically do the same as if it was a Zombie Apocalypse except the enemy will be smarter and faster...ish  

Zombies?

Listen folks, Zombie Apocalypse. We're always debating what to do in case of one. Well the answer is quite simple. So simple in fact I wish I had thought of it myself. People say the best weapon you could possibly have during a Zombie Apocalypse is a crowbar. This could be true if you get one weapon, but if you only have one weapon you a goner anyway. The truth is if you're really worried about zombies what you need to do is prepare.

What you'll need:

First you need a few acres of land. This will be used for storage and it will serve as a base come the Apocalypse. Is it too much to ask that you get high ground? maybe a hill? This land must have a working well and preferably a way to hand pump water in case there is no electricity, and room for a large garden. You will also need a supply of farm tools (these will also be used as weapons during battle). You will need an emergency supply of food and seeds for planting, in case of food shortage. You will need a bus or two to retrieve people from town. after all you will need lot's of help and I don't think anyone will want to be left alone during the end of the world. Fencing material or even brick for walls will come in handy. You will need an emergency generator(s), a supply of gasoline, and possibly a few solar panels. Don't use the gas unless you have to. You will have to get a lot of electrical extension cords.  The last thing you're going to need is a large supply of treadmills... a huge supply of treadmills... In fact it might be best to just get into the treadmill business now and get your hands on as many as possible. 

What you do to prepare:

Start your farm. Learn how to plant and grow your own food. Even if the zombies don't come around you will definitely benefit from this skill. Get you farm going now so that later it will already be in motion and you won't have to go through the problems you have starting up. Then you need to tell you friends the plan. they may think your crazy but when their home is being invaded by brain hungry dead people they will understand. Make sure all the treadmills work, and that you have enough cord to go all the way around the base. building your fence and walls might be a good idea too.

What to do come the Zombie Apocalypse:

Once you find out that the world is under attack by the undead go out in your bus find as many of your friends as you can collect them and bring them to you fortress. Assuming you have some time, set all the treadmills around the perimeter of the base facing inside. This will stop most of the zombies from getting in. Don't turn them on until you see the enemy getting close. Arm your newly acquired army with anything you can find (farm tools from earlier. If you have guns and ammo all the better, but you will run out sooner or later so be conservative of bullets. I would prefer a fiberglass handled ax rather than a crowbar personally, because even if the ax dulls it will serve as a nice sledgehammer. And the handle will be hard to break). Then prepare for battle! 

Once they get to the treadmills turn them on. As they get stuck trying to walk over the never ending gap between you and the rest of them take them out one by one. aim for heads as always make sure they are actually dead, and then get ready for another. Make sure you have a few people taking care of the garden and making sure the electricity stays on. Don't use your generator(s) until the electricity is out... obviously. take a rest whenever you can and spare as much energy as you can. Plant more seeds, you will need the food soon. Build your fences if you haven't already. I can't tell you exactly where, so do some thinking for yourself. Remember you have more brains than the enemy... That's why your under attack. 

Hopefully they will come in waves (like in the video games) and you will have some breaks. 

Night patrols must be placed and given no or little light. If they see light they will get accustomed to it and they won't be able to see in the dark. You also don't want to use all your batteries or wood. You can slowly adjust at first but you should be off light in a week. 

If you have fuel and transportation raids or rescue missions are okay. But every man counts so only go if you are sure of everyone coming back alive.

Keep fighting until the army comes to rescue you. If the Apocalypse ends before you are rescued, name a town after yourself or something. 

I hope this helps any of you who are really paranoid about zombie attacks. I confess I won't be doing the treadmill thing, but I don't think I'm going to have much zombie trouble. If it actually happens I'll probably be the goner with the crowbar... ish

Just a Thought

Why is it that I always have a sense of something else or something bigger than here and know while in a dream? If I'm having a bad dream I always know that everything will turn out fine, because I have hope in waking up. If I am having a good dream I always fear that an end is coming and all the good things of that dream will be lost forever. You think maybe these feelings were designed this way to teach me something? perhaps God thought I could learn from dreams. It's not like he hasn't used them in the past. Is it Possible that he is giving me a glimpse of what heaven is in comparison to this world I now live in?Well I've decided to try to answer this question by comparing dream to reality with reality to heaven (ultimate reality). Now this isn't a perfect example it is only a glimpse as I said earlier, so don't get caught up on every detail.

In a dream I know I will wake, and in reality I know (because of God's Spirit in my heart) that I will go to heaven when I die. In a bad dream I constantly and longingly look forward to the moment when I wake. And in real life, If things get difficult or if everything seems to be falling apart, I look forward to the living in heaven where there is no pain and everything is in order. Funny how simple that is.

But what about good dreams? See, good dreams are much different, just like a good life. In a good dream I try to get as much as I can, and I don't look forward to waking up to reality, because I know that once I wake the time I had in the dream will have been so insignificant, and all that "goodness" will be gone . So In reality sometimes things go my way. Especially, living in the US, I don't experience a lot of the hardships that other people go through. Sometimes I look at the end of life like the end of a good dream. When things are good sometimes I tend not to even think of the end. I would rather think on things of this earth and temporary treasures. I set my hope on earthly satisfaction rather than on eternal life in heaven. I don't look forward to heaven because I prefer what I already have. Where is the sense in that? When I wake up, when I go to see the Lord all of the things I put my hope in, all the things I set my mind on during my "good" or "comfortable" life will be so insignificant and all that "good" will be gone. Sound familiar?

Now if I spend my mind loving the things of this life, or "laying up for myself treasure on earth" then do you think there will be much in store for me when I get to heaven?... Will I be disappointed at the loss of all my stuff? Well I doubt there will be any disappointment in heaven, but I know there is in life. I know that, just like in most dreams, I am never satisfied with the stuff I get. What if while I dreamed I looked forward to waking? Trusting my body to wake me at the right time, what if I simply enjoyed the dream but planned to wake up and live reality. Maybe I wouldn't be upset when I woke, maybe I would be satisfied while I dreamed.

I dunno, just a thought... ish

Breakfast?

When I woke this morning I wanted nothing but to eat breakfast. I climbed out of bed, my empty stomach growling at me, and quickly turned on the light. It felt as though my chest would fall into my stomach for lack of support as I got dressed. Soon I was crawling into the kitchen in search of something to satisfy my cravings. As I looked through the glorious refrigerator I found it was filled only with green. I slumped. There seemed to be no edible food in the beautifully cold container. I was going to resort to dying hungry and miserable.

Alas as I lay on the kitchen floor I looked to the counter and I saw an egg carton. My hope of survival was restored. I climbed up the counter (my legs still didn't seem to work) and opened the carton. as I lifted the styrofoam  top I knew I would never forget the sight of those two copper colored spheres. I grasped them in both my hands careful not to drop their golden contents all over the floor. I slowly walked to the stove and placed the bronze jewels next to the pan. I could already feel my strength returning as I turned the stove to medium heat.

Soon the coal black cast iron pan was hot and ready for butter. But I panicked. Did we have any butter? My stomach jumped at the though of my beautiful eggs all stuck and burnt in the pan. I looked around frantically for the soft white fat. I found the cardiac hazard sitting next to the toaster. Next thing I knew I was chopping at the block of white heaven with a hot knife. It cut like butter with a hot knife... obviously... and all of a sudden I was melting the glorious dairy produce over the dark pan.

It was time for breaking the eggs. I mentally thanked the chicken who donated it's would be children to my apatite as I cracked the first victim over the hot buttered pan. Then the second. I screamed in terror as I realized I had failed in the delicate task of egg cracking. Under the already whitening egg sat a dark brown piece of shell. I quickly reached down ignoring the burns at the tips of my fingers and picked out the intruder.

At last the shell was out! Next I was cleaning my scalded fingers in the sink. As I dried them on a clean rag I remembered the eggs I had started cooking so long ago. I ran, it seamed for hours, across the kitchen to the stove. All I could think of as I ran was what would happen if I was to late. Would my meal be ruined? would I have to die hungry after all? These questions haunted me until I found that my eggs were perfectly fine. All they needed was some salt and pepper, and to be flipped over. Once that was done I sliced some bread and placed the crummy goodness into the toaster. By this time I had learned my lesson and I quickly returned to my cooking.

The white and yellow circles were so lovely as I carefully placed them on my pink plastic plate,drizzled the excess butter over them, and retrieved a fork from the drawer of silverware. but they were much less beautiful as I shoved them down my throat and into my now not so empty stomach. I finished them and was momentarily saddened by the thought that they were gone. Until the toast I had started leaped into the air from the toaster and landed on my plate. I completely forgot about the eggs as I frosted the two golden bricks in butter and inhaled them with ease. I finished eating and realized I had made a horrible mess. So I sneaked away from the scene of the crime and pretended to look busy with educating myself in the arts of graphing quadratic functions.

THE END... or should I say THE BEGINNING...

"Stay tuned to read the story of Bends Lunch!... or not."

Just to Clear Things Up

Okay folks it's about time we end the confusion and get things straight! You know just to clear things up.

Contrary to some beliefs grobs are not the same as flibs. At first glance (which is usually all you get) they seem the same, but after some actual observation anyone could see that they are quite different. If you've never seen a grob or flib then you are either very lucky or not very observant, in which case you probably won't be very interested in this post. Because in this post I will be talking much about the differences between your average grob or flib.

Now those of you who have seen one of these knows they are rather large, but close study shows that your average flib is about 25 pounds heavier than a grob. So when you look close you can see that a flib is slightly bigger than a grob. Flibs also have black spots all over them while grobs' spots are usually dark blue and slightly smaller. Grobs are usually found in wet cold forested climates while flibs are almost always in hot coastal areas. They are also very different when it comes to how they benefit their ecosystems. Flibs provide shade  for coastal reptiles and other cold blooded animals. While grobs are helpful in the process of photosynthesis. And, if it's not already obvious, a grob makes a better stew than a much more bitter flib. the following is a picture of a flib. unfortunately it isn't a very good quality picture... nor is it very helpful. It's behind the fishing pole. Under the fern. Okay I admit it... I don't see anything either... But I'm sure it's there  

Are you thoroughly confused yet?.. I am! And now I'm debating weather or not to go on... Na! If you're reading this you've probably been through enough... ish

These are not My Pants

Bobby- Hey nice pants! They're little tight but nice.
Billy- Yeah I just got them.
Bobby- So they're new?
Billy- I'm not sure...
Bobby- What? how can you not know how old your pants are?
Billy- They're not mine... I just... well, found them. So I don't know if they're new or old.
Bobby- So you found these pants and you just put them on?
Billy- No! I cleaned them first. You don't think I'd put on some random guys pants without washing them do you?
Bobby- Wai-wai-wait! If these pants aren't yours then who's are they?
Billy- I dunno. I just found them and it turns out they fit... somewhat.
Bobby- You can't just take pants! where did you get them?
Billy- Do you remember the huge accident that happened just outside of town?
Bobby- Yeah who could forget something like that? I heard there were twelve vehicles involved!
Billy- Yeah well I was stuck in the traffic behind the accident that day so I got a nice view of the whole thing. Turns out a laundry delivery truck had been knocked over, and I guess it lost some of it's cargo. And as I drove by I noticed a pair of pants that seemed in fine condition. So I pulled over and picked them up. simple as that.
Bobby- So you took advantage of the confusion during a catastrophe and stole a pair of pants?
Billy- Well if you look at it that way then yes. I mean they're nice though, aren't they?
Bobby- that's beside the point. people were hurt in that accident! And you had the heart to rob a man of his pants!
Billy- It's not like I took them from one of the crash victims. The guy could have been anybody. But they're really nice you yourself said so earlier. Look I even got you a shirt.
Bobby- ... Really?
Billy- Yeah, here. I think you could bleach the tire marks out. Just make sure the whole load is white.
Bobby- Yeah sure. wow that's nice. Here let me try it on.
Billy- nice... very nice.
Bobby- Aw thanks man!
Billy- Wait so what were you saying just now?
Bobby- Uh... I dunno...I guess I forgot.
Steve- Hey nice shirt! I like the tire print.
Bobby- Yeah well it's vintage... ish.

Good Morning

Are you ready to be bored out of your wits... oh you already are... well then in that case!

You know how sometimes you have a good day, and sometimes you have a bad one. Or maybe you have one of those days that you just can't decide whether it was good or bad. (wow, I type slow!) Well I had one of those indecisive days today.

I woke up at 6:00 a.m. to my brothers alarm clock (not cool). But I managed to fall asleep anyway (as it kept going off). Then I woke up at 6:30 to my dad telling my brothers to wake up and tern of their alarm that had been going off for a half an hour. fell half asleep; kind of dreaming kind of listening to my dad talk across the house. then I finally woke up for reals at 7:00 when my alarm went off.

now in the old days, (before the last two kids) my family had a list of things to do before we had breakfast. We don't have the list anymore but this morning it re-entered my mind, and I thought I would see if I could still recite it. So back in the day each child in my family would...
Say their prayers
make their bed
get dressed
tidy their room
go to the bathroom
do their hair
wash their face
tidy the bathroom
and do their devotions
BANG! So I did the list this morning, and I know now that if I hadn't my day would have been horrible. alas it was... something ells.

Then it was off to work! on my (my brothers) bike. No it isn't a motorcycle and yes I was working 6.6 miles away from home. It took me a half hour to get there (not all that bad for an $70 bike), a fairly nice morning ride. well three hours later I have to go home... now it's 12:00... I'm hungry, I'm tired, it's hot outside, the wind has picked up, and I have to ride against it... straight against it. (did I mention I am bad at spelling? you should probably know that).

Forty minutes later I was sitting in my dining room eating some P. B. and J, made with homemade bread. it was heavenly. Then I had some soup and more bread. and then off to work... (wait didn't I say that already?)

Anyway, I spent the next hour of my life, 1/4 mile away from home (thank the Lord), mowing a few lawns for my neighbor.

then I went home, fell asleep, woke up, watered some trees, picked some apples, and wrote a blog post... ish.

I Was This Close: a tragedy by Me

           This was a last minute assignment for school. I spent like an hour writing it. I had to write a narrative and blablabla... I just thought of this and threw it together. But I figured someone might enjoy the story.   

I Was This Close: a tragedy by Me 

I was so close to seeing two of my favorite bands perform; alas I missed them by a couple hours.  I had been planning on going to Joshua Fest sense April when I heard Five Iron Frenzy and the O. C. Supertones would be performing. It seemed my plans would be ruined in late august when I learned that the person I was going to go with would not be able to. I was pretty disappointed. If only I knew how nice it would have been had the story ended there.

As it turned out my friend Mat and his family would be going to run a booth for Compassion International. So I sent him a text asking if he could give me a ride. He said yes and the next thing I knew I was on my way to J-fest. On the way I overheard Mat’s parents talking about their plans for the day. They were going to work their 10:00-7:00 shift at the Compassion booth, then go home. There I was in the car on my way to this big event and I had to leave around 7:30 P.M. That disappointment I had felt earlier was returning. I hoped my bands would play before 7:00.

My hopes were crushed upon arrival. After paying my $55 ticket to get in I read the stage schedule and find that the Supertones start at 8:00 and go to 9:00, and Five Iron didn’t start till 10:00! I was upset to say the least unless I could find another ride home I wouldn’t be able to see my bands.

As I wandered around the festival watching much less interesting bands and looking for anyone I knew I found my fake cousins real cousins, or at least some of them. Unfortunately they live three hours out of my house’s way so there was no chance of getting a ride with them. I spent most of the rest of the day talking in the hot sun with Evan, and Laurel about my situation, books, games, and anything else we thought of. They even had a card they wanted to give to Five Iron and I got so sign it. But then I decided it might be a good idea to eat some food, seeing as it was well past lunch time.

Although I wasn’t hungry I ate some trail mix I had brought. As I halfheartedly snacked on nuts and raisins I saw some friends from my town. I but when I explained my predicament I found that they were camping over night, and I hadn’t bought the camping ticket. I just paid for the extremely overpriced day ticket. I knew that was my last chance. There was no way to see some of the best bands… ever…

So I tried to enjoy what was left of my day. I spent some more time with my cousins(ish) and my friend Mat. Then we were on our way home. We stopped at Joes Tacos on the way home. I noticed that the name Joe wasn’t very Mexican and when I tested the tacos I found they weren’t the most Mexican either. Sprinkled with parmesan and containing normal ground beef rather that carne asada they were rather americanized, but still good. I wasn’t that hungry but I managed to eat two before we left.

On our way home I took out my phone and turned on some music. And thus I had my own little concert with Mat in the back seat, listening to all my favorite Supertones and Five Iron Frenzy songs. I spent the rest of the week like that, only listening to those two bands. And now I will forever know that I was this close to seeing my favorite bands(ish).

And thus begins my journey

And thus begins my journey into the world of weblogs. I don't like the font... ah that's better! Eghem well I will be posting according to what my English teacher requires as well as my own thoughts, but what I really plan to do with this blog is... um... gosh I don't know... nor do I ever say "gosh"... well I hope that you enjoy following posts, this one seems rather foolish and bland, and I make no promises of improvement. you don't have to read any of this if you don't want to.... But until I can actually write something worth reading, farewell...ish