My Zombie Ditty for English Class Entry #7

I wrote this little story for my English class:

• • "As we looked at our cookies, with eyes wide open the class' faces all had huge grins from ear to ear. Everyone was ready to dig in after our 'Cubing' activity, but I thought about how we have only known Mr. Daulton for 2 weeks which made me nervous. The cookie looked fine, but looks are a mask for baleful ingredients. For all I know he could have thrown in a cup of toxic waste into the batter. Just as I finished this thought, Blake Moore took a hefty bite out of his cookie and everyone followed, except me.After class everyone wasn't feeling too well. I still had my cookie in hand because this was still all too suspicious. All 23 students from my class were sent to the office or home due to dizziness and nausea. As the day went on and kids went through Mt. Daultons class, all my classes got smaller and smaller until it was me and a few sick kids who refused to go home. As the few of us sat in our th period history class with Mr. Winslow, I noticed my classmates looking like a fate worse than death. Suddenly I realize a faint growling coming from the other side of the room and a glaze on Hannah;s face that was focused on Winslow, but not in an attentive student wat more of a "I havnt eaten since Sunday" look. At that moment I realized my suspicions were correct. Mr. Daulton had turned the Jr. class into brain craving zombies. I quietly but quickly snuck out of the room as my zombified classmates began to devour Mr.Winslow. As I started running for my car I noticed Trace running as well.I prayed he had the same suspicions I did. Then I noticed the cookie in his hand as we ran and stared silent till we got to his car. we then discussed how we both had a funny feeling about these cookies from the start. From then on we made a zombie proof plan for the week which is all we needed at that moment. We would later go on to figuring out how to either un-zombify our friends or fight until humanity was restored to normal."

Cheyenne

Chey,

My beautiful girl, Cheyenne.

     You have done SO much for me in these few months and it feels like I've been living at your house for years.

     I have no idea what I would possibly do with out you in my life. Probably die.

     I love when we watch Disney movies in alphabetical order (due to my OCD) and when you are better than auto-correct on my phone. And you know I LOVE tucking in Makenna before bed and singing her the "Night Night" song. 

     I have never had any siblings but you are my dream sister. You always watch out for me, and take me in after school just to chill. You let me rant on about how the world should be (you know, glittery and more Pica like). Also PRAISE THE LORD your mother likes me enough to let me come over so often.

     I love that you understand my references to ragecomics, reddit, and 9gag and you know how addicting they are.

   #wecouldhashtagfordays

   #youareabsolutelywonderful

   #iloveyousofrickingmuch

     Also you are one of the single,beautiful girls I referenced in my other post. Like...HOW ARE WE SINGLE! 

    I havn't seen you in what seems like years (but really its like 2-3 days) and I'm pretty much Cheyenne deprived. So hit me up and we can eat cookie dough, or reeses, or drink Jones, because you know...#fattiesthateattogetherrolltogether. 

The Perfect Way to Meet

This would be the perfect way to meet my future boyfriend/husband:

THERE IS THIS CONCERT I GO TO EVERY YEAR CALLED RAGE FEST,AND ONE OF THE BEST BANDS THERE IS FLATFOOT 56.

AND THEY HAVE EPIC MOSH PITS.

I IMAGINE THAT I AM RUNNING IN THE CLASS-TO-THE-MAX MOSH CIRCLE AND I FALL, TUMBLING IN THE THE MUD PUDDLE (which there always seems to be one)BUT RIGHT BEFORE MY LIFE FLASHES BEFORE MY EYES AS CONVERSE AND VANS TRY AND CRUSH ME A TALL BOY CLOSE-ISH TO MY AGE COMES AND PULLS ME UP FROM THE GROUND. I'LL SMILE AND THANK HIM AND HE WILL ASK TO HANG OUT AT THE FRONT OF THE STAGE WHEN THE BAND AND CROWD CLEAR OUT. HE'LL GET TO KNOW ME THEN WHO KNOWS. 

THAT WOULD BE IDEAL.

Monday Morning

After having an epic weekend with epic food, epic friends, and of course epic church you go to sleep as happy as a kid on christmas remembering all those memories you have made in the past two days.

Then you suddenly are jerked awake by the sound of your alarm (or in my case my mom). You get up all in a rush, take a shower leaning on the walls in a sleepy haze, you blow dry your hair with sleep in your eyes, get dressed with a rush of short term energy, and then...
You look at the clock. 20 minutes early.

You think of all those precious seconds you could gave been sleeping.

You slow down your pace to the speed of a snail. You cook your breakfast...or not and eat it as you lazily slip on your flipflops and head to the car grabbing the last few things you almost forgot.

You jump in the drivers seat and head out to school (or work) in a foggy haze of the lasting memories of the weekend. The thoughts seem foreign that there even was a weekend that passes in such a rush.

The Cure to NOT being FOREVER ALONE!

     I know SO many single, beautiful girls...
                          which totally confuses me.

      Boys say they want this and that and all these girls totally check off but they are still single and vise verse with all my guy friends.

                                 MY TWO CENTS:

• BOYS: Step it up and take a chance. Ask her out and see if she's a keeper. Even if you are SLIGHTLY interested, may as well.
• GIRLS: Stop being too selective. I know we set our standards high but sometimes too high. Unless he is a absolute NO then, hey, why not?

Everyone should make a list of these 3 things:

1. ABSOLUTE MUST: They MUST be/have this quality about them to even be of interest. This is the category of MOST IMPORTANCE! 
2. NEGOTIABLE: They should have this but I MIGHT be able to make an exception...
3. IT WOULD BE NICE IF: The "I would like him to have brown hair but it's okay if he is blonde" section. 

Try it. You may not be forever alone. Who knows....

Should be doing homework

A little thing i like to call #hammocking has become a not so secret addiction of mine.

Friends, ropes, and a good old hammock from the great state of CO. What more could a girl want?

^that's me^

I have decided that I need to blog. 

BLOG WHAT?
   Blog my life. Blog about my arts and crafts and my thrifty nature.

First things first- I will try to blog often, but no promises. 

If you like my blog and junk SAHWEET! If not, loser. I may be a lame-o at first but just hang in there. I might have some cool stuff to offer. 

Bonus for looking at my first post- a badass picture of Abe Lincoln.