Week 14: Creek, Creek, BOOM!

So as I'm exiting Ms. B's classroom at one in the morning after I finished my mountins of make up homework, and I trip because I was texting Katelyn Keefer about her boaring night babysitting. I tumble, instead of onto the floor as I was expecting, down a carpeted set of stairs. I regain my balance as I stand, look around, and am astonished. I glance around the dim lit room and notice EVERYTHING is made of mounts of new panties, complete with tags. Once I saw that the walls, chairs, couches and tables were all made of underwear I relize that I'm staring into the amazed eyes (that midly resemble huge brown moons) of Katelyn Keefer. She is perched on the grandest pile of panties around with a white rabbit sitting on her lap. "I lied about babysitting," she says with a weirdo smile on her face. "I've been waiting for you to stumble in all my life..." she whispers. If this isn't weird enough, Jessica just pops out of a gathering of underwear and says, "Hey cutie. Welcome to the best cult you've heard of."

"What the heck??!!" I scream. I bolt upright in the sweetest teen hang out ever. There are no panties, except the ones I'm wearing that I'm aware of and I see the concerned faces of Jessica and Katelyn over me.
"You alright?" Katelyn inquires. "You smacked your nogging pretty hard. You fell into our newest high school project. Grab a pool stick. We're just about to start a new game."

"OK." I say, swearing to myself that I'll never tell these lovely ladies the dream I just had.

I can hear Frank Ocean blasting in the back ground as Jessica goes to the mini frige to get me a drink. I'm more comfortable now that I"ve gotting a cahance to look around. But, I looked a little too hard because I saw Jessica kick a pair of panties under the frige that sliped out of her pocket.... 

Week 13: ...Did You Say Intestines?

So this year for Thanksgiving we went to Texas and ate with the people related to me through my step dad. My step dad is straight up Mexican and so are the people we visited. They had some familiar foods, like pie and turkey, but other foods were rather strange to me. For example, I tried cow intestines (it took a lot of peer pressure) that were fried. My family ensured me that they taste just like french fries, but I ensure you, they do not. There were also many soups made of odd thing. One of the soups left noting of a poor, unfortunate pig to waste, all parts cooked in. The pig soup, I did not try. Most of the soups were very spicy. I missed the soups that I knew, like chicken noodle. 

Most years, I eat my Thanksgiving dinner right here in Illinois, at my grandma's house. All my uncles, aunts and cousins from my dad's side gather together. Everyone brings separate dishes, which means we always pretty much end up with the same things. My Aunt Lisa brings Texas sheet cake. My Aunt Courtney always has corn casserole. My grandpa creates homemade ice cream and we bring chilli. My grandma makes the rest of the meal, like ham, yams, and turkey. When my cousin was going to collage, he worked at a sea food joint and would bring a big platter of shrimp, lobster and other food from the sea. That would always be the first to go because that was the only thing my grandmother would let us eat before meal time; Sea food, veggies, and cracker. I prefer my Illinois Thanksgiving over my Texas experience, but they are both fun.         

Week 12: Like Waves..(highs and lows)

MONDAY AND TUESDAY: The start of my week was super bad!! I got an intense cold and attempted to come on Monday, but ended up packing it in by 2nd hour.  So being sick and couch-ridden, I slept and slept, then I slept some more. I dreamt about zombies and my grandmother, cops and grave yards, compositions and teachers. After Tuesday, my dreams and reality began to be hard to tell apart. After day two of not seeing anyone or going anywhere, I felt a little crazy.

WEDNESDAY:  I came to school and gathered all my homework up. I shuffled through the day with next to no energy. I sneezed and coughed all over, but my friends still stood by my side. Damion canceled on me because he shot a deer with a bow, but couldn't find it so he searched all night long with no results.

THURSDAY: This day was a review day in math and I LOVE review days because Katelyn and I stand by each other at the chalk board (yes chalk board...its horrible and outdated but you work with what you have). She and I laughed so hard that I was hard core crying. I couldn't wipe my tears or anything because I had chalk all over my hands. I was still pretty sick and slept in my shoes, jacket and scarf after school. Damion canceled on me again to search for that dang deer he shot on Wednesday.

FRIDAY: Today I can breath! I was so over joyed when I woke up and took a deep breath through my nose. So far the days going alright. I still have a few math packet questions to finish up, but nothing too bad, Fridays are always nice because the weekends coming. Damion said he is going to take me out to make up for canceling on me two nights in a row which is super nice. I may convince him to just get take out and watch The Princess Bride at his house. 

Week 11: I'm All Knowing..Of Your Thoughts!!!

If I could be in Katelyn Keefer's mind I would see that she appears innocent at school and work with her big, ol' cute brown eyes and soft blonde hair, but once she arrived at her home I would be blow away by all the weird things she would do. For example, I would be surprised to know that she pees standing up (lady readers, I hope you find this a little weird. If you don't, you are a little weird). Katelyn, I would come to see, has the best hygiene of anyone on the plant: After using the restroom she washes her hands and arms at least 50 times. Shortly post, I realized that she had strange bathroom habits, I would noticed that she had a funky obsession with triangle shaped men. Once she went through the hidden door to her attic, I would notice that all of the walls and floors in the hidden, upper room would be covered by pictures of men shirtless. But photos of half dressed males isn't all I would see in this dark attic room...bunnies, lots and lots of white, black, and spotted bunnies. Even though all of these things are probably true, I would still accept Katelyn as my best friend. I may even ask her to visit her attic... :)