Only Your Real Friends Will Tell You When Your Face is Dirty

I have truly been blessed to have some of the most amazing friends in the world.


Me, Lara Smith, and Jackie Loveland have been besties since we were wee sophomores. Well... they were average sized sophomores, I was the wee one. When we met, the three of us had been through an awful lot of rejection. None of us could find a place where we really fit in, and we had all kind of developed an inferiority complex, we weren't good enough for anybody, and no one would ever like us for who we really were. Luckily, we all decided to join marching band, where we found each other and our lives changed.


I remember the first time I really talked to Jackie, I'd known who she was since middle school, but we had never really connected before. We were chatting it up after marching band practice, and she smoothly inserted a Homestar Runner-ism into the conversation. It was then I knew we were friends. That day, we walked the mile and a half to my house, discovering the many things we had in common along the way, and then Jackie walked the three miles back to her house. After that we were best friends. 

I don't think there was an exact moment where Lara became one of us, it was more of a gradual process, all I know is that by the end of marching band seasons, we were tote's BFF's. We even dubbed ourselves as superheros of band. That's right fools. We were the bandtasmics!

We were so awesome. And for about a year and a half we wrote and illustrated our own bandtasmic comic strips and taped them to the wall of the band room. 

We stayed friends all through High School and while we all would occasionally drift apart, something would always bring us back together. Then we graduated and made the very lame decision to all go to separate colleges. I'm living it up as an Aggie, Lara's rocking the U, and Jackie's halfway between us at Weber. Despite our seperation, we have stayed as close as ever, and alway take the time to make sure we know what's going on in each other's lives. 

Last night we were chatting it up via facebook and Lara mentioned to me that she had heard some very distressing news about Jackie. Jackie recently got out of a relationship that was very trying for her, and someone had told us that she was looking into purchasing a pregnancy test. The two of us were terrified that Jackie was pregnant, and just hadn't found a way to tell us yet.

So we debated for a long time whether we should just straight up ask her, or just casually bring up pregnancy in conversation and see what happened, or just wait nine months to see if a little stranger came out of her uterus. We decided to just call her, and I volunteered to be the call-ee.

You have never had an awkward phone conversation until you've had to ask one of your best friends if she's pregnant. 

This is basically how the conversation went:

Me: Hey Jackie it's me, your friend. That is ginger.

Jackie: Um.. Hi?

Me:...I don't really know how to put this...so I'm just going to go for it... Lara and I heard that you went to buy a pregnancy test....so...um....are..you....pregnant?

Jackie: (bursting into laughter) WHAT?!!?! NO!! OF COURSE NOT!!

Me: phew, that is great great news. Wow. Thanks for not being pregnant I guess...

Jackie:...um... anytime?...

Yeah, I know it sounds awkward, but it was 12 billion times worse in person.

I just want to say, that I love these girls. I love that we can go a month without talking and still know everything about each other. I love how we think our inside jokes from four years ago are still funny. I love how we can finish each others sentences while we're chatting on facebook. I love that we can call each other to ask if we're pregnant, and then spend an hour afterwards laughing about it. I love all the great memories we've shared, and the many many more to come. 

It's been great you guys

The End.

Where's The Love?

So, like today is tote's Earth Day!! 

Which is one of my favorite days of the year because I get to act like a total hippie and no one can make fun of me!!!

Today I was barefoot

Being barefoot is the best of times

Earth day is just awesome because it reminds you to take a step back and really appreciate the wonderful world we live in. Ferreal guys, this planet we have, it's AMAZING!!!!!! I haven't even seen very much of it, but what I have seen has been incredible. 

This is 2nd Dam in Logan Utah, it's barely a mile away from my apartment. It's gorgeous

Waterfall Canyon in Ogden, Utah 

(If you look closely you can see a rainbow right over my head)

Dixie Rock in fabulous St. George

A very sexy snowman that was sitting on a bench outside the Engineering Building for most of the winter

DISNEYLAND!!!

I'm for reals here people, there is so much on this earth for us to be thankful for!! So I challenge all of you to show a little love for your Mother Earth today, show her you care! Recycle some stuff, turn off the water while you brush your teeth, ride a bike around instead of driving, go take a nice walk in the sunshine, or my personal favorite...

Hug a tree

Happy Earth Day everyone!!!

Live It Up!!!

I'm a STAR!

Ok, remember that hair whipping video I was helping my friends make?
Well....it's finished, and I play a major role as both a secretary and a sexy hair whipper.
Do you want to see me youtube acting debut?

OF COURSE YOU DO!!!

(Just to warn you, these men take themselves very very seriously. They're a hoot though)

So, what do you think??? I know I'm a natural in front of the camera. Hollywood will be knocking down my door any day now. I'm secretly hoping to be cast as the fox faced girl in the Hunger Games movie...but we'll see what happens. 


Also, I warned you about the suckiness of my hair whipping.


Don't judge me. 


The End.

Jaymay

I listened to a song on the way back from Vernal, and it became my absolute favorite song in the world. I'm secretly a huge poetry fanatic so when I listen to a song I really listen and analyze the lyrics and I loved this song so much, I thought I'd share it with you.

Gray or Blue

by Jaymay

I feel so helpless now, my guitar is not around

And I'm struggling with this xylophone

To make these feelings sound

 And I'm remembering you singing an bringing you to life

And it's raining out the window 

And today it looks like night

You haven't written to me in a week, I wonder why that is?

Are you to nervous to be lovers, 

Friendships ruined with just one kiss

I watched you very closely, I saw you look away

Your eyes are either gray or blue

I'm never close enough to say

But your sweatshirt says it all with your hood over your face

And I can't keep staring at your mouth 

without wondering how it tastes

And now I'm with another boy, He's asleep I'm wide awake

He tried to win my heart

But it's taken...time

And I know the shape of your hands because I watch them when you talk

And I know the shape of your body

Because I watch it when you walk.

And I want to know it all

But I'm giving you the lead, So go on

Go on and take it

Don't fake it

Shake it

Don't second guess your feelings

You were right from the start

I notice she's your lover, but she's nowhere near your heart

This city is for strangers like the sky is for the stars

And I think it's very dangerous

If we do not take what's ours

And I'm winning you with words because I have no other way

I'd love to look into your face 

Without your eyes turning away.

And last night I watched you sing because a person has to try

I walked home in the rain 

Because a person can not lie...

I don't know what it is about this song that I love so much, I guess just it's simplicity and it's passion.. I really think that this Jaymay chick was in my head because this song takes all the random emotions that I feel and puts them perfectly into the words I've been trying to tell people my whole life. 

I used to write poetry all the time, none of it was ever very good but I think I want to pick it up again. Maybe try my hand at some songwriting. What do you guys think?

I Hate Goodbyes, But I Love Farewells

I have met a ton of awesome men up here in Logan. The only problem with them though, is that they're all "Preemies" which means they haven't left on their missions yet, which means that all the guys I know will be gone for the next two years. The plus side of this, is that they'll all have farewells that I can go to, like the one I went to this weekend. 


My friend Travis is from Vernal, Utah. For those of you who don't know anything about Vernal, it's kind of one of those tiny hick towns that everyone makes fun of. And those of us who aren't from Vernal, make fun of it all the time. All the Vernal boys; Mackay, Travis, Caden, and Baker, spend a lot of time talking about how awesome their hometown is, so we all decided that Travis' farewell provided the perfect opportunity to experience the glories of Vernal.


The weekend started off with a tour, which took all of ten minutes, and then a kodak moment by the ugliest dinosaur statue in the world. It's not enough that it's just naturally hideous, but someone decided to dress it up for Easter, resulting in the ugliest statue I've ever seen in my life.

I wasn't even joking. Not even a little bit. This thing is nasty.

Fortunately there was a much more attractive dinosaur about a block away, so we went to that one to get a better picture. 

This one was kind of creepy though, because it's eyes moved around like it was possessed by some creepy Vernal ghost. At least it was cute.

After the cute little tour of cute little Vernal, we went 4-wheeling and had an awesome bonfire. I love 4-wheeling, but it is slightly problematic for me because you kind of have to have enough strength to keep the 4-wheeler going where you want it to go...and I don't have it. So sometimes, I end up stuck on bushes or accidentally in ravines.... it's bad times. Luckily, nothing happened to me this times, mostly because I let the men drive most of the time. 

This is my friend Brad, me, Baker, and Cassy in a cave that we 4-wheeled to. And if you were wondering why Brad's face looks funny, it's because he really had to pee and we made him take the picture first.

I really didn't think that Vernal had very much to offer, but I was fortunately proved wrong. We 4-wheeled, shot things, climbed up things, slid down things, ate things, dared people to eat things, played on things, hid spoons on things, and made lots of great memories. It was just so awesome for our whole group to be able to spend this last weekend together before the semester is over and everyones gone on missions. 

Missions are great, and I'm so glad when my men friends chose to go, but it just sucks that I have to go 2 years without them. 

At least I get to write them letters. I do love letter writing very much. I have four sitting on my desk that I have to mail out tomorrow.

The End. 

It's Decided. I'm Quitting School.

I bet that title really freaked you out huh? GOT YA!! (muahahahaha) Sorry to be misleading, but I'm really not dropping out of school. I wish I could. But firstly: I have to have some sort of career if I'm ever going to be able to have any sort of life. Secondly, college is super fun! and thirdly, how am I going to meet any men if I drop out of school??? Any worthwhile men I mean. 

I just need to inherit some huge fortune, or maybe be discovered as the long lost heir to some extremely wealthy throne (I could just fake amnesia- it worked for Anastasia) so I can devote my life to the art of Lindy Hop. I don't mean to be tooting my own horn here (ok maybe I am a little, but this is my blog. I can brag if I want to!) but I'm naturally good at a lot of things: being gorgeous, being smart, music, writing, the like, but there is one thing that I'm naturally AMAZING at; and that is called swing dance my dear children. Every aspect of it comes so easily to me, it feels like I've been doing it forever. I really think that in a previous life I was a flapper or something. I just love swing dancing with every fiber of my being and I wish I could just give up my whole life and become a professional swing dancer. 

Like these guys:

 

They are the best lindy hoppers I've ever seen in my life. They win all kinds of national and international championships, and I want to be them. Too bad I can't. I've basically been guaranteed a spot on next year's swing team, so that's a start. I just wish that my job could be swing dancing. I would love every second of it for my whole life. If any of you guys ever want to learn how to swing dance, come to me. I'll share my knowledge of the worlds funnest, craziest, most exciting dance ever. 

The End.

I WHIP MY HAIR....kinda...

Yesterday, I followed the example of my home girl Willow Smith, and I whipped my hair around like nobody's business. I was helping a couple of my friends film a music video for their Econ class, and they needed a bunch of sexy ladies to whip their hurr 'round like crazy. I thought it sounded super fun, plus who doesn't like being in music videos? So, I get to where they're filming the video, me and a bunch of other sexy beasts get ready to show off our "hairography" (thank you Glee!) but once we start, I discovered one very important thing...


I suck at whipping my hair...


You really don't think it would be that hard, in the words of Britney S. Pierce "It's like cool epilepsy" but I tell you what my home slices- it is hard. You feel like a total idiot, especially since there's a camera in your face, and then the jerks you're helping out decide to make fun of you. I don't know how that little Willow does it, I guess having Will Smith as a dad gives you special hair whipping powers, or maybe I'm just too white to be a professional whipper of hair. 


It really wasn't a horrible experience, yes I made a complete fool of myself, and was mocked, and it will be recorded on camera for the world (or just my friends econ class) to see, but it was kind of fun! The absolute worst part of the whole ordeal, was when I woke up this morning and couldn't move my head. I had whipped my hurr so hard it hurt my neck. I can barely hold my head up. It is sad, sad business.


Moral of this story: Don't whip your hair unless you're black and share DNA with Will Smith. 


The End.

TIPPITY TOP SECRET!!!

Do you guys want to hear a secret?????

Of course you do!!!

Ok, here it is.....

Tonight....I died part of my hair.

It is thus far, one of the most wild things I've ever done....except you can't even tell that it's any different....

Oh well, you can't always be the brightest brick in the basket....

Planning Ahead.... Really Ahead...

I am a girl. 

I am a teenaged girl.

I am a single teenaged girl.

As such, I freaking LOVE looking up wedding stuff. It's absolutely my favorite I know that's a little premature for someone of my age and relationship status, but you know what? I DON'T CARE! I will get married someday, so I might as well have everything worked out in advance. That way, once I meet my incredibly sweet, attractive, nerdy man; we won't have to worry about planning our whole wedding. We can focus on being madly in love. 

I've always known I wanted a bright happy wedding, but I've been pretty sketchy on exactly which ones I want. Until yesterday, when I discovered my wedding.

Feast your eyes on the glories of turquoise and tangerine!!

Isn't is just the cutest thing you've ever seen in your whole entire life??? AAAHHHH! I just love it so much.

I also really love this idea:

Except I would have orange flowers and turquoise galoshes.

It's official guys, I really want a wedding. Really Really REALLY bad. I want it to be tomorrow, except not because the weather is stupid. I hate snow. I want to punch it in it's stupid, cold, wet, face. 

If you want, you can be invited to my wedding. I'll get you the invite as soon as I find a suitable man, woo the crap out of him, and he'll like it so he'll put a ring on it...

Holy crap I'm pathetic.

The End.

Gotta Get Down on Friiiiiiiiiiiiday

Thanks all of you for your support and friendly words while I was all stressed out and melancholy about my life. Ya'll are amazing. And I love you.


You'll be happy to know, that I really do feel much better about my life now. I really just needed to have a crazy, care-free night where I could forget about life and having to be a "grown up"; last night I definitely had that night. I spent the evening partyin' partyin (yeah!) with a bunch of my home skillet biscuits from my floor and we had us some good times.


First, we all went to dinner at this marvelous place called "Angies". I ate fish, it was dern good. After that, me and my friends Mackay, Baker, and Cadin decided to be wild, so of course we went to the mothership of all things crazy: WalMart. While there, we discovered that they have squirt guns for a dollar. Then, we concocted a brilliant plan, we would buy the squirt guns, and then attack all the apartments on our floor. So... we did precisely that. Once we were back from WalMart, we went down our hall knocking on all the doors, whoever was unlucky enough to answer, was sprayed mercilessly in the face. I felt like quite the rebellious little ginger. 


After our little squirt-gun escapade, I was entered into the Merrill Hall, 3rd Floor, East Side Ultimate "Spot It"  April Awesomeness Tournament. "Spot It" is this terribly exciting and competitive picture matching game that I had never heard of before. I was a born natural though, and made it to the final round where I faced of the former champion Mark Israelson. It was an epic battle, both of us were pushed to the limit, and spent most of the game neck and neck. The title of champion however, was not mine to gain, I was vanquished during the last moments of the game. Both of us were down to our last card, and he beat me by seconds. It was most intense!


My evening was concluded by watching the intense thriller, Shutter Island. All I have to say about this movie, is Holy Poo On Toast. It was so intense I nearly died. And it was so confusing I nearly died. All in all, the movie almost killed me. During the movie, Cadin thought he would be funny and steal my phone. This is a common occurrence for anyone who spends much time in apartment 315, so I wasn't shocked at all to realize that my phone was missing. I was shocked when Cadin and Mackay tackled me and started spraying me with the stupid squirt guns. Being a small girl really sucks sometimes. By the time I finally got my phone and made it back to my apartment, I was soaking wet, and my pride was very wounded. 


All in all, it was a great night. I woke up this morning with a fresh, optimistic, outlook on life. 
Also, I went shopping and bought an awesome sweater from Old Navy and it was only a dollar. I'm not even joking, a whole entire sweater for a DOLLAR!!!


Life Is Good. 
The End.

Deciding My Life is Hard

sOk. I have been thinking really hard about my life, and I'm just really confused. I don't know what I want anymore. I've wanted to be a veterinarian since I was five. I've never really thought about being anything else. Everyone wants to be a vet for at least ten minutes when they're a kid, but I was different, I really meant it when I told people that's what I was going to be when I grew up. All through High School, when everyone was stressing about what they were going to do with their lives, I was fine because I knew I was going to be a vet. 


Once I got to USU, I was worried that I was going to change my mind, but I started taking animal science classes and I loved them! I know it sounds weird, but I really enjoyed learning about animals. About all the different kinds of cows and how to tell them apart, how long a pig is pregnant, all the different parts of a chicken egg. I really really liked it, and all the opportunities I had working hands on with animals was amazing too! 


This semester though, something changed. I don't know what it was, nothing super tragic happened to me or anything. I just started feeling kind of down all the time. Usually I'm too busy to let myself wallow in my emotions, but lately, it's just been getting worse and worse. I just feel so lost and confused when I think about my life, and what I want to get out of it. I always wanted to be a vet, so I never gave any other career much thought. Now that I'm starting to think that I should do something else, I don't know what else to do. 


I just wish someone could tell me "Brittany, this is what you're going to do with your life." and tell me everything I needed to do. Having to figure it out for myself is really hard, and kind of scary. 


I'm going to go eat some cookie dough and ice cream now. Don't judge.

Mischief Managed

Somedays, I get in the mood to be all sorts of sneaky. Or, just to do something silly. 


Today, I was just in a funky mood. I got killed by a zombie, and something is wrong with my eye. I was just feeling off. 


I thought I was feeling guilty for not studying enough...so I went to the library and studied for two and a half hours straight. It didn't work. But I did learn a hecka bunch about Evolutionary Biology. (Did you know that we're more closely related to mushrooms than we are to flowers?)


Then I thought I was just feeling hormonal and I needed to cry. So I shut myself up in my room and watched that  one video about the soldiers that always makes me cry like a baby. Nothing. Barely even a sniffle.  


I needed to go to the store to get some eye drops, so I went. And discovered what I needed to feel better. I needed to shop. And be silly. So we went to the dollar store, where I obtained my tools of mischief....


Number One: Pregnancy Test


Now I know what you're thinking. (WHHHHHAATTT???!?!! YOU'RE PREGNANT???!??!! OH MY FREAKING POO ON TOAST!!!) No. I'm not pregnant. I promise. It is a little known fact that pregnancy tests have more than one very important use. The first one, of course, is to tell whether or not you're pregnant after you participate in unprotected intercourse. (Yes, I made that sentence awkward on purpose) The second use, is to majorly weird out any boys that come into your apartment by leaving it casually in the open.

Like So....

Number Two: Beware Of Dog Sign


You might think that this is a slightly superfluous item (yes, I just totes said 'superfluous') considering that I live in an on campus dorm where pets are strictly prohibited. But I made a few modifications to make it extremely useful. Hee Hee Hee

Now, just to clarify, I don't really live next door to a bunch of dogs. To quote my home-skillet Spock, the assumption that I reside adjacent to a home filled with violent canines is illogical. (I don't think Spock ever really said this, but it's the kind of thing he would say) The guys I live next door to are all silly gooses that are my friends. And we all like to tease each other. 


Needless to say, I feel much better about life now. Especially after the guys next door saw my handiwork. 


I just have one more thing to say: Oh the cleverness of me!!!

Not A Post About Zombies

While Humans vs Zombies is still going strong (and I'm still human b-t-w) I feel like you guys must be getting super bored hearing about it. So, I'm going to write about something else for a change.

I told you a little while ago about the Korean boy bands I love, and the sexy Asian man I'm going to marry.

Here he is, in case you forgot. (Oh my lanta, isn't he just so dreamy?)

Anywhoo, I am about to reveal my new secret weakness. I am not at all proud of what I'm about to share, but it's part of who I am. So deal with it. 

So, the band that my future-husband-Choi-Minho is a part of, SHINee, (once again, NOT gay) was part of a reality tv show in Korea called "Hello Baby". On this show,  a group of celebs are "kidnapped" and taken to a house where they will spend a couple months taking care of a small child. I know this sounds like the dumbest , craziest thing ever. But I kind of love it. A lot.

The baby they're taking care of is the cutest 3 year old boy named Yoogeun. I just want to pinch his cheeks and hug him.

Isn't he just the most adorable thing you've ever seen?

So the five SHINee members: Jonghyun, Key, Taemin, Minho, and Onew, are taking care of Yoogeun....and I get to watch it on youtube!! (Insert a very happy, slightly deranged smiley face here) I know you're probably still thinking that this is the dumbest thing you've ever heard of, but before you judge me too much- just think about it a little bit. When you see guys playing with little kids, you instantly get a little melty inside. It's just so cute right? Now, this is exactly the same thing. Except there's five guys, they're all very attractive, AND they're all Asian. For me? This means I hit the jackpot.

Plus: my future husband Minho, it absolutely adorable with the baby. I have picked a fine man, if I do say so myself. 

Just curious, if they brought this show to America, which band/group of actors/ gathering of famous people, would you like to see on it? 

My vote is, the main men from glee. Fin, Puck, Artie, Sam, and the Asia. Oh and Kurt. I would love that show.

My second choice is Andy Sandberg, Bill Hader, and Fred Armisen. 

That would be one messed up baby.

The End.

Darkest Before The Dawn

Well all my fellow humans, I managed to survive the first day of battle. It wasn't easy though, the Resistance Soldiers spent the majority of the day establishing our Headquarters. This proved exponentially harder than we originally thought, because the zombie horde had grown far past our expectations. Heavy casualties were suffered, but we managed to pull through and establish a base.


Surviving each day is growing harder and harder, the zombies are becoming increasingly numerous, and some of them still retain human-like cognition, so they're smarter and faster than any zombies we've previously encountered. Humans must travel everywhere in groups, no one is safe on their own. The zombies run around in packs, ambushing any humans that are unfortunate enough to cross their path. Many of the Resistance soldiers that I shared shelter with have become infected and are now part of the army of the undead. They know I am here, and they won't rest until they have my brains.


Our leader, Robert G. Atticus, sent out a transcript this morning telling us remaining soldiers not to lose hope. Our situation seems hopeless now, but we are making steady progress. Today, our mission is to start cleaning up the city, preparing it for resettlement. If we can get more of the city functioning and habitable, we will be better able to shelter ourselves from the horde and focus on perfecting the vaccine that could end this bloody war once and for all.


I must now leave the safety of my home, and enter once more into the territory of the undead...
I hope I make it through today alive.


Lieutenant Daniels
Zombie Resistance
B.A.W.L.S Division

And So It Begins....

All you humans out there, you better hide yo' kids. Hide yo' wife, and HIDE YO' BRAINS!! because the zombies are coming!!!!


Last night was my first Zombie Resistance Orientation, I went, learned all the rules, and became part of the resistance. My Battalion is the Ballistics Artillery Weapons Logistics Sqauad, or the B.A.W.L.S., I think we're going to make shirts that say "Got B.A.W.L.S.?" on the front. We're so bad-A. 


The battle has barely begun, and already campus is crazy! I had my first zombie encounter this morning and it was terrifying. I walked out of my class in the Business Building and a zombie was waiting for me, he was hiding behind a column so I couldn't get a clear shot at him. He was so terrifying to behold. His skin was gray and rotting, his eyes red and bloodthirsty, his clothes torn and ragged, soaked with the blood of his unfortunate prey. He kept growling and snarling at me while he hid behind the column. Suddenly, he charged me - eyes wild with deranged hunger. Luckily, my sweet battle skills kicked into gear and I shot him right in the head. Eat NERF Zombie scum!!!



My second encounter of the day was right after my second class. I was headed to my bike, alert and wary, when I heard a comrade behind me scream. I turn and fired, hitting the zombie, but not fast enough to save my fellow soldier. Alas, this is war. Sacrifices must be made. 


I'm meeting up with my whole battalion today, we have a mission. I don't know the details yet, but I'll keep you updated.


Keep your fingers crossed that I make it through the day alive!


Lieutenant Daniels
Zombie Resistance
B.A.W.L.S Division. 

Subway: Eat Fresh....Zombies: Eat Flesh!

All right ladies and gentleman! It's the moment you've all been waiting for....
In approximately nine hours, zombies will have overrun the campus of Utah State University, and it is up to the few-the proud-the Resistance to stop them. I have received a few inspiring messages from the resistance leader Solomn "Razorbane: Rua, I would like to share them with you now.

Dear World’s Future,

Ever since the events of Z-Day, when the last remaining humans were evacuated, we’ve been working

on building back up from the rubble and scorched earth.  At the cost of our safety. While the process has

been a slow and uphill battle, we keep our hopes high. The dropping of the bombs cost us a great deal

in both people and structure. Hospitals, schools and all forms of utilities lay in ruin with our homes and

families. A hell brought upon us as a last resort by our government, brought upon us by our protectors.

Like a stubborn bull though, we simply won’t be stopped. Trudging through the purgatory we live in

each day with more force than the dawn before. Each time we set hand to the task, progress is made,

albeit slow and arduous at best. Most notably we’ve made leaps and bounds in the fields of medicine,

our surviving doctors are of an incredible breed and caliber and are ushering in the modern day once again. They even theorize a Vaccine to combat the Undead Plague itself.

While it’s not completed yet, the many brilliant minds we have collaborating on the project predict it’s

certainly a possibility. I don’t want to get my hopes too high but I feel like this really could happen. We

could finally be safe again. My Family could be Safe again.

In Hopes

Solomon “Razorbane” Rua

I don't know about you guys, but I have the jibblies. This letter reminds me of Terminator Salvation when the ridiculously tough and attractive John Connor gives a very passionate monologue to the members of his resistance. I know this is just a game, but I feel so epic right now. 

I got a second letter from Solomon this morning, here it is:

Dear Worlds Future,

Another step in the long road ahead of us, the vaccine has actually been formulated. While not near

completion it has a physical form, admittedly something we’ve had a bit of a trial not marveling at it like

cavemen around fire. Gazing into the pictures of the vial as if it were a time machine, apt and ready to

take us back to our wives and children. A genie, preparing to wish our troubles away.

On a less fantasy themed note, reconstruction is coming along quite nicely. It’s been several days

since the last fatality and we had a bit of a celebration today for it. Days we lose our brother and sister

survivors are the most trying of all. Working to build back up from this pale reflection takes a lot out of

you, more so when what little you have is wrested from you.

To not lose anyone today, it brings tears to our eyes. It’s moments like this we cherish the most.

Moments where the future seems possible again.

Gratefully

Solomon “Razorbane” Rua

Can't you just picture some swarthy, ruggedly attractive, soldier man crouched over a meager piece of futuristic technology; the ominous darkness interrupted by a brief moment of hope? I think this needs to be a movie. An epic one, with Christian Bale in it. And Bruce Willis. And Will Smith. And Liam Neeson. 

I have spent much of this past week preparing for the upcoming battle, readying myself with weapons and ammunition with which I will destroy the scourge of the undead! (cue epic music) I have 3 guns, two pistols and one semi-automatic-not-a-pistol... Sorry I don't know that much about guns....

I do know a lot about being bad-A though, tomorrow is going to be epic. I am going to be so legit!! I made myself freaking amazing holsters for my two pistols, picture the Tomb Raider movies when Lara Croft has the guns strapped onto her thighs...and then picture the same thing but with elastic, velcro, and nerf guns. 

To all the zombies out there...

Ready or Not, Here I Come!!!