Almost

Well, the semester is almost over and almost all of my classes are done. As I write this I have a 16+ slide powerpoint to do, a questions assignment to finish, a 6 page outline to do, and a 5 page paper to do as well. It sounds like a lot, but it really isn't to much if I just set my mind to do it. It should only take   all night. I'm so close to it all being done, I go home in a couple days and I can hang out before my internship starts and the summer really kicks off. I'm so excited to go home and hang out with my friends for a few days, and then I'm extremely excited about what God is going to do this summer in New Jersey where I'll be interning but just right now I can't really say I'm happy. I had to stop talking to the girl I like tonight because the way things were going it would jeopardize the internship. So we've decided not to text, and along with this new turn of events I think that will mean things will change in person as well. Just a general withdrawing from each other in general I guess is what has to happen... but it'll be tough. I know it's whats best, but it is still really hard. I just hope that because we have to draw back, that when we can talk again and figure things out that things won't have changed between us. I'd like to believe that, but the odds are stacked against us I believe. I just don't want it to be the death of something that might have happened. To think, we were so close...

Surrounded

My friends are right. I'm always surrounded by people, but I don't ever hang out with any of them. It's a lonely life, but sometimes you just don't know how to do anything different. So you just go along with what you know... and just hope that it's enough.

The most melancholy soul sings the sweetest note,

Yet has the most heartbreaking cry.

Those with the most breathtaking smile,

Are also those who weep and sigh.

A socialite in their environment can control the room,

But that little butterfly is all on its own.

People who are the most in control of themselves

Can also be a total wreck in their home.

"We wear the mask that grins and lies..."

-Paul Dunbar Lawrence

Last Man Standing

The following event is recorded in the hopes of remembering the fallen. Witnessed and recorded by the Scout Deborah.

             It was an overcast day in the year 3102, the wind was whipping my hair around as I stood lookout watching as humanity fell apart. I was scouting ahead for fellow survivors using my communication device when it happened. I was in my technological headquarters as an eagle eye, when a comrade told me that they needed to reach the Food Bank. I was making an exit strategy to reach the destination and it was all clear, no adversaries in sight. They started their trek across, and with one weapon in hand they went out to begin the run. A zombie emerged from a building, no warning given to his impending destruction. I alerted the survivors of his presence, and the leader of the trio stated "I got this," if only I knew now that he needed the help.
             Knowing that they would need assistance I rushed inside to grab ammo. I came back to my post to watch as my closest companion died. I saw their Leader grappling with a zombie, and picked up the communication device to see what form of assistance he needed. All I heard was wrestling and wind as I watched the struggle ensue. And as the leader was bitten by the zombie, the line went dead. The other two survivors by this time had scattered and had left him behind to die. They were at the food bank, as their former comrade changed before their eyes. Heartbroken and mortified I must now create an antidote. Farewell and goodbye old friend.
.lll.(Hunger Games respect reference)