Zombies and Breathmints

Zombies and Breathmints
#1 in the Trilogy of Zombieworld

“Come on, come on!” I frantically scanned the isle.
“Hi!” said one of the dreadfully perky girls that were massing in the tiny store. “Whacha doing?”
“I’m looking for Altoids.” All types of breathmints take down zombies, but I prefer Altoids. Don’t ask me why they’re breathmints and not bullets, cause I don’t know. Zombies just shrug off bullets but breathmints really get them.
“Did you know that those are zombies?” She pointed, and sure enough, there were a couple zombies standing at the front of the store not ten feet away.
Thinking fast, I grabbed the nearest thing of Altoids (One of the ones with a red cover) and threw it at the closest zombie. Not looking back to see what happened, I elbowed my way through the peppy brunettes that were soon about to die. I didn’t stop to save them, because even if I could, there was no way that I was going to go through the end of the world with someone like them.
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Yup, it was the Zombie Apocalypse. That’s why I ran into the store to find Altoids. I had used up my last tin smashing through the window of a bright yellow SUV. There was a zombie on the sidewalk and I just reacted. It went down, but I was out of ammo.
“I gotta get more Altoids!” I yelled, already opening the car door. I didn’t stop to see the driver’s reaction, but just dashed into the nearest store.
I really hope he didn’t die. He was the cutest guy that I had seen in a long time. That’s because most of the other guys are, you know, walking undead creatures trying to kill and eat me. There were a ton of girls though. I was just glad that he had decided to travel with me.
We decided to travel together because 1. We wanted there to be someone to watch out backs, and 2. It gets kinda lonely when the world ends and all the good people get eaten.
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So I’m trying to get away from the zombies, with annoyingly cheerful girls getting in my way. As they were clearly idiots, there was no point in saving them now. You had to harden your heart to survive in this world.
I finally made it to the back door, and cracked it open. Since the remaining Altoids were at the front of the store, and there was no way I was going back there, I had to be careful.
Suddenly the door was yanked open from the outside. I nearly screamed, then saw that it was an almond skinned human teenager. “It’s safe back here.” She said, gesturing to the alleyway that lead out to the street. I thanked her, and she turned to walk off with her younger sister (At least they looked like sisters). “Good luck.” I called, before going back to the street.
Climbing back into the car, I panted and said “There were zombies in the store, so I couldn’t get more Altoids.”
With a groan, he stomped on the gas pedal and we shot off. “We really need to find you a new weapon.” He said. I just grinned, spotting an abandoned gas station. “Not a chance.”
He sighed, and then said, “I might as well fill up while we’re here.”
I think that we’ll do just fine.



In other news, the poll "Things You Hate" has closed, and the results are: No one hated People in the 12 item checkout with 13 items, 33% of people hated Only being able to watch certain things instantly on Netflix, 100% of people hated Insainly large amounts of Homework (No surprise there), 66% of people hated Not being able to type as fast as you think, No one hated Very Expensive Jeans (I was surprised), 100% of people hated Your show being all pixely, and 66% of people hated Creepy strangers online. Well that's all for now, tune in later for the next in the Trilogy of Zombieworld.

My Omelet

So there I was. Standing in the kitchen. Making an Omelet. Which in it's self is a momentousness occasion because I used to not like eggs. Like really really really really really not like eggs. But then I made an omelet that had Italian Parsley and Neufchatel Cheese (Which is like cream cheese but with a third less fat). And it was amazing. I made some more omelets over the weekend when me, my dad, and my sister, went up north to my aunt and uncle's cottage and I made them for brekkie and everyone loved them. And since my mom is doing this test thing tomorrow that she can't eat before that means that me and Michael were on our own for dinner. Thus the omelet.
When I make omelets I just let them sit there until it's time for them to go onto a plate, but today, I didn't. I lifted it up to check and see if the underside was burned. And when I tried to put it back into the pan, IT STUCK TO THE SPATULA!!! And I had no choice but to flip it onto a plate. It was actually kinda funny cause my mom walked by and saw it and said "How pretty!". Which was amusing, if only to me. So if I suddenly die of something other than getting shanked or something else, then it was because I consumed undercooked eggs, because the omelet stuck to the spatula.
Not really sure why I wrote this, but it seemed like a good thing to write about. But I'm going to go and finish my TV show and consume the omelet that may lead to my death. Peace out.

I have Shamefully Neglected my Blog #2

Sorry but I don't think that this is going to be a short or organized post cause I'm just awseome.
So I went to St. Martin this past week. It's an island in the Carribean, and thus, very hot. As were the guys there. And the girls come to think of it. The actual island guys were RIPPED, and the girls cuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuurvy. In a major way. Since we stayed on the French side (The other side is Dutch) they follwed European custums, like topless sunbathing. There weren't many teenagers there (Like 3 at most) so I wasn't as stressed as I could have been.
We stayed like almost right on the beach, which was very sandy. Like, we would go swimming, go back to the room, shower, and then walk over to a bed to sit down, and practically find ourselves on the beach it was so sandy.
Oh, I should probably mention that the "We" was me and my grandmother. Not me and some hot European guy/girl (As much as I wish it might have been)
A quick run down of the trip: Long long long time traveling to get there, saw an add for a free one carrot gem, swimming/sunbathing when we got there, eating a great complemetary breakfast the next day, going out on a cadimeran to go around the island and stop at places to swim/snorkel(There was a beasty British dude on the ship as well), stopped and ate lunch, got back on the boat, got off at a spot to swim, got mobbed by giant angel fish, going out to a tiny french resurant for dinner, eating a great complementary breakfast the next day, getting a cab, going to the ferry place to go the Pinel Island, snorkling on Pinel Island, eating a very good cheeseburger and fries for lunch, went back to the hotel, ate leftover crepe from the night before, did a crossword, ate a great complementary breakfast the next day, sunbathed at the beach, went to Grand Case, found Grand Case mostly shut down because of the World Cup (Ticked me off), ate another cheeseburger and fries for lunch with a salad, got mobbed by flies, went back to the hotel, lazed around with another crossword, wet to Cheri's Cafe for dinner, laughed my ass off at the performance at Cheri's Cafe, went back late, ate a great complementary breakfast the next morning, swam/sunbathed at the beach, at some Luna Bars for lunch, went to Philipsburg, got my free one caret gem, got thingy for free diamond earrings, got free diamond earrings, ate falafel for an early dinner, went back to the hotel, swam in the ocean, packed, went out for dessert after, shared my grandmother's raw beef (Way better than it sounds), did a crossword, ate a great free complementary breakfast the next day, went swimming/sunbathing, saw a ton of old nude people walking up and down the beach, got ready for trip back, got minibus thing to the airport, long long long time getting to Detroit, got lost coming back from Detroit due to constuction, got back, fell asleep.
That's basically what happened. There are a ton of details but I'm not going to bore you with them.
Finished watching A Very Potter Musical. So that means that I have to adjust my list of cosorts and such:
I am going to have a group marrige with:
~Joe Walker (Voldemort in A Very Potter Musical)
~Brian Rosenthal (Quirrel in A Very Potter Musical)
My Cosorts shall be:
~Basshunter (Nuff said)
~Zachery Quinto (As Spok, not as that dude in Heroes )
~Tom Felton (Again, nuff said)
~That one british dude on the cadimeran (Just cause I don't know his name doesn't mean we can't be together!)
Results from the poll Favorite Summer Activity
Sleeping: 100%
Reading: 100%
Electronics: 100%
Camps: 66%
Hanging out with Friends: 100%
Three people voted. It's a start!
Going to do a new poll, and end this riduculessly long post. Aren't you glad I didn't add the details about the trip?
I think I'm going to go and write after making the new poll.........
Okay, I'm going to end this now.
Really.
I am.
See?