Run, Run, Run!

My crazy and true Australian adventure that began here and continued here.

So I was stuck in a desert. My grand trip in Australia, and I was stuck in a desert. I wasn't even sure I was still in Australia, but I had no choice but to start walking and hope that I run into some form of civilization. Unfortunately, since I initially set out to spend the day at the beach, i dressed accordingly. This meant tackling the harsh desert wearing nothing but flip flops and swim trunks. If dehydration didn't kill me, the intense sunburn would at least make my life complete torture.

"OH GOD I'M GONNA DIE OUT HERE!" I yelled out to the expanse before me. It mockingly parroted my cry. What an ass.

I trudged along the sun parched land, the sun's heat waves bending my path ahead. All I could think of was how long I'd been walking, and how much I would give to have a gulp of water. I could see for miles all around me, which meant I was no closer to help than I was a few hours earlier. I wanted to collapse and take a breather, but the ground was baked, so laying down would only mean asking whatever scavenged in this hellhole to have me well done. I was close to giving up hope, when i saw a dark figure approach from a distance. I was shocked.

"Hey! HEEEEY!" I yelled as loud as I could, running as fast as possible to the approaching figure. "HELP! I'VE BEEN LOST FOR HOURS!"

The figure was silent as it came near, and all the while, it looked like it was moving up and down. I continued to yell, but it died down as soon as I realized who was approaching. A kangaroo!

"Are you kidding me?!" I yelled in frustration. "A kangaroo?" Well, at least I knew I was still in Australia.

"Not just any kangaroo, mate," the kangaroo said.

"You can talk," I said. I finally realized the lack of water had finally destroyed my sanity.

"Not just talk, mate. I can sing too!" And then the kangaroo broke into a rendition of "Rapper's Delight," which I could barely call singing, but who was I to argue with a hallucination? I stood there as he continued to rap, though I could tell he was trying way to hard to look "cool." I decided to end my hallucination by throwing a rock at it. I soon realized it wasn't a hallucination. But in retrospect, i couldn't think of a better way to have kangaroo in Australia. With renewed energy, I could take on the desert. But I still had no idea where to go next.

A letter to my hero, Will Smith

Dear Mr Smith,

Sorry for being so formal, but I've never written a fan letter to a celebrity before, and I know it sounds weird, but I'm actually kind of nervous! You're such a great actor and singer, and have been a real role model to me for a long time. I grew up watching you on TV and have since seen every single one of your movies, from Men in Black to Hancock. And it's because of you that I feel I have the power to do anything that I want with my life.

Not to bore you with a story or anything, but I used to get into trouble a lot. I was a serious problem child, and my mom didn't know what to do with me. My dad died when I was five, so I guess that means I didn't really have a solid male role model or anyone to whip me into shape. I bet he would have known what to do with me. Instead, I was running around school beating up kids, vandalizing street signs, shoplifting, the works. I thought I was on top of the world.

Then one day, when I was about thirteen, I was hanging out with my friends, just talking, hollering at girls that walked past, and (I'm ashamed to say) smoking weed. When a couple of guys, who were up to no good, started making trouble in my neighborhood; I got in one little fight and my mom got scared. She said, "You're moving with your auntie and uncle in Bel-Air." I whistled for a cab and, when it came near, the license plate said "FRESH" and it had dice in the mirror. If anything I could say the discount was rare, but I thought, "Nah, forget it." Yo holmes, to Bel-Air!

I pulled up to the house about seven or eight, and I yelled to cabbie "Yo holmes, smell you later!" Looked at my kingdom, I was finally there, to sit on my throne as the Prince of Bel-Air.

And if it wasn't for you, I would probably still be in West Philadelphia, where I was born and raised.

Thank you so much.

Sincerely,

The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air

i wasn't planning on sleeping tonight

here are some scaaaaaary stories:

The clownsitter calls the parents who were out of the house eating dinner and asks:
'Is it okay if I can cover up the kids? I don't like children...'
'What kids?' the confused owner of the clown statue asks.
'The kids in your bathroom. The children!'
'Get the clown statue out of the house right now!'
'Why, what's wrong?'
'We don't have kids...'




A babysitter calls a wedding reception and asks a nine year old asian girl if she can cover up the clown because he is staring at her rearview mirror.

The girl at the wedding answers "There is no such thing as a clown."

The babysitter then looks in the mirror and she is a skeleton.. and a clown.




Timmy Turner was walking down a street. He noticed that one of the houses had a red door. He knocked on that red door but nobody answered.
A few months later it was his birthday and when he opened his present it wasn't a PS3 or a new bike.

It was a sex offender.

Beyond le mer

My crazy and also true Australia aventure, continued from here

So there I was, drifting along, not sure of what to do. I was worried I might not make it through this crazy adventure. In the distance, I could barely make out Sydney, but I was weakened from swimming for so long. I decided to float along and rest. My ears were below the surface as I floated, and suddenly I heard a voice!

"We're almost there! Just a little further!"
I started up, surprised. "Hello!" I cried out. "Can anyone see me?"
I looked around, frantically, trying to figure out where the voice was coming from, when I heard another.
"Just keep swimming and we'll get there. Sydney can't be that far away!"
Suddenly, a wave pushed me below the water. I panicked for a second, not fully aware which way was up. And that's when I saw it. Two fish were swimming by. Luckily, I knew exactly what they were. One was a Paracanthurus hepatus, while the other was a Amphiprion percula. Both were swimming quickly when I suddenly heard the A. percula talk.
"Just a little further and we'll be there!"
"A talking fish?" I thought to myself, because talking underwater is impossible. "I think they're going towards Sydney!"
I swam after them, just barely keeping up, when suddenly, this huge hulking figure appeared before us. A whale! Before I could do anything, it suddenly sucked up the P. hepatus and A. percula whole. I didn't know what to do, so I grabbed onto the fin as tightly as I could. The whale swam at incredible speed, too much for me to handle. After half an hour of grabbing on for dear life (because I can hold my breath for a really, really long time) my grip loosened and I was thrown off into the abyss. I blacked out for what seemed like hours, but when I came to, I found myself on a beach. It didn't look very familiar, so after resting a few hours, I decided to explore. It didn't take long for me to realize I was surrounded by desert.

like, does he have a car?

Australia was awesome! So now I'm going to tell you a story, a story about a beautiful place called Australia, and the amazing things that happened to me there.

As soon as I reached Australia, I of course decided to hit the beach. I was surprised, then, to see a young girl crying deeply, as the calm waves lapped across the shore. What else could I do but see what I can do?

"What's wrong?" I asked, pensively. I wasn't sure if I was intruding. The girl jolted up and looked at me, having not noticed me before. She seemed unsure of what to say, since I was a complete stranger. She opened her mouth, but all that came out was a sob.

"He's gone!" she wailed.
"Gone? Who?" I asked. I wasn't sure how far I could get before overstepping my bounds.
"Danny!" she cried. "It happened so fast..."
"Tell me more, err..."
"Sandy," she said, managing a smile. "Nice to meet you."
"Nice to meet you, Sandy. Now what's wrong?"
"Well, I met a boy, cute as can be. He ran by me, getting my suit damp. He started to show off, splashing around."
"That's so nice!" I said. "Does he have, like, a car? Was it love at first sight? Did you get very far?" The last question was a little much, and she shot me a look.
"We went strolling, drank lemonade, and we stayed out until ten o'clock!"
"Wow! That's pretty late, if you're a little kid," I said. She glared again.
"Anyway, I had to leave the States and come back here, so we traded out true love vow, and I haven't seen him since."
"What a nice, but sad, story," I said. "At least you'll have that fond memory, right?"
Sandy smiled. "But here's the upside! I'll be transferring to an American high school in the fall! Maybe I'll see him again!"
I snorted. "Uh, yeah, Sandy, sure. I'm sure you'll miraculously find him again, realize he's a jerk, but cause him to turn around because he really loves you, culminating in a death race which he of course wins. I'm sure that's all going to happen."
Suddenly, Sandy's face darkened. "Are you making fun of me? Because I hate it when people make fun of me." She got up, menacingly. I stepped back, a little scared. She let out a scream and rushed towards me. I ran as fast as I could, the only thing in front of me the vast ocean. I had no choice but to start swimming. Her screams faded away, and when I finally turned around, I realized the current brought me far from the shore. I was lost at sea!

IT's MY BDAY! OK BYE

ah-buhhh?

Today was supposed to be a normal day.

The cool blast of air felt nice on my face after the long walk which I had been subjected to after the bus broke down on this, the hottest day of the summer. As soon as I got past the multiple locks that kept my things away from everyone else, I went straight to the fridge and opened the freezer, where I received said blast. I stood there for a few minutes, letting the sweat on my face turn cold. Finally, I opened my eyes, wondering what frozen treat I could eat while waiting for the sun to set. Not really in the mood for a tropical fruit sensation, I settled for Rocky Road. I grabbed a cup from the cabinet, a spoon from the drawer, and took a few spoonfuls. Satisfied with the amount, I put the ice cream back and closed the freezer door. It was a lazy Sunday afternoon, the kind where you don't want to do anything but take a long, glorious nap. Wiping the leftover sweat from my face, i went into my room and opened the windows, letting in what little cool air there was outside. Better to have some circulation than stuffy air, anyway. Looking outside, I could see the harbor, and the bridge. Gulls were floating in the air, their cries audible even from where I stood. The faint whistle of a train could be heard, as it slowed into the station. As my gaze wandered about the ocean shined light too bright in my eyes, so I shielded them and closed the blinds. I looked to my room. It was a mess, but it couldn't be helped. I had much work to do, and cleanliness was not my priority. At least, not at the moment. I pondered on whether I should clean a little before getting on with doing absolutely nothing, but my ice cream was melting, so I rescheduled my cleanup to an indeterminate hour. I took a few spoonfuls from my cup and set it on the table, the ice cream already turning into soup. Dropping into my chair, I switched on my laptop and waited for the system to start up. In the meantime, I had a little more of my soupy ice cream while reading a few pages from a nearby book that was lying around. Some lady was refusing a hot water bottle from her mother when the computer finally beeped to life. Setting the book down and finishing the last of my ice cream (well, drinking it, really) I wandered around the internet while listening to some music. Guitar chords clanged while an accordion began a little tune. I listened for a while, before deciding to skip to the next tune, which was even less appealing. I switched off the music player, staring at the screen in silence.

After a few hours of mindless surfing, I blinked my tired eyes. I peered through the window blinds and looked out into the amber horizon. The sun was finally beginning to set, taking the heat away with it. I breathed a sigh of relief, and got up. Taking my empty glass and the book lying next to it, I walked to the kitchen and deposited the glass in the sink. Grabbing my shoes, I stepped out into the amber light. It was still a bit warm out, but the sea air had already begun its work of cooling everything down. I thought about getting a sweater, but I decided against it. Besides, I wasn't going to be out long, just enough to get fresh air in my lungs. I began by walking towards the large group of buildings near my apartment. They were responsible for research, or something like that. I wasn't too sure, but then again, I didn't really care. The outside seemed harmless enough, so I had no problems with it. Passing the buildings, I walked past a line of trees, weaving around them as I passed by. I tossed my book in the air several times, until i finally dropped it. Not wanting to repeat the incident, I picked it up and moved along. Finally, I reached a large overpass. Walking through it, I looked up, admiring the impossible graffiti. Reaching some stairs, I climbed them and ended up on a pedestrian bridge connected to the side of the overpass. I took a seat, looking down at the train tracks below. I opened my book and began to read. As I was getting to the part where the heroine was not romantically inclined, I heard a soft mewing behind me. I turned to see a small black kitten looking up at me, expectantly.

"Sorry, kitty. I don't have any food." I said. I let out a little laugh and added, "You must be in some big trouble, huh?"

The kitten looked at me pensively. "Perhaps, but not nearly as much trouble as you'll be in."