I haven't blogged in forever.You know what that means? I long blog.Yay I know.Im excited too...
Let me just start where I left off,thanksgiving and black friday.Ive never been a big shopper nor have I ever been big on staying up late.Well black Friday is for people who like todo just those things.Well there is one thing that I do like to do and that is to fight with strangers I don't know.Okay well,black Friday drew me in this year just for that reason...that and the fact that I WAS gonna get a waffle maker.I depart my house at 8:00 with a red bull to accompany me in not only driving but to help with a burst of adrenaline to ward off the crowd.On this particular night when I walked through the doors of Walmart super center it looked like the scene of a zombie movie except Theese zombies didn't have tattered body parts they had small appliances and toys.The night proceeded,I waited in line with people I though were just so nice but when the clock rang 10 it was like some kind of imaginary buzzer said game on or game over for some people.The people who were in my way may god rest their souls.When I saw those waffle makers and slow cookers ahead of me I can't even explain the way I felt.Now I don't need a waffle maker but they were 2 dollars and that what makes me want it.I needed a plan.I made Erica stand back at least 10 foot because she is not large and in charge like me.I went in I was being pushed..I was being pushed I've never been beaten like that in my life,I didn't want to hurt Theese people until...ohh until this woman came up on me under my arm pit.Bobbing like she didn't know who I was.Elbowing me like I have never seen.Screaming move move.So naturally I elbowed her right back but unfortunately for her her face was under my elbow.Needless to say in less than 2 minutes I was on the ground then in the air frantically throwing waffle makers at Erica over the crowd.I won't even tell you what I would have done if someone else would have tried to intercept one of my babies.I still had 2 waffle makers in hand I made my way over to the slow cookers and finally got one of them.The night went on
I made my way to the back of the store it was time for a Vacuum.Yes it was so easy I actually did want a vacuum for my mom for Christmas! Glory glory! I was set.Now all I needed was to go check out the movies.Nuh NUH NUH guess who left their buggy IN THE MIDDLE OF THE ZOMBIES....Me.Oh
I've was but a fail,but that's not the best part.A woman walks up to the buggy and take out a blanket and pillow set.Oh I said haha pis posh I would do the same thing I giggled.Yeah.So I start to go through it.THIS IS MY BUGGY.What the crack? I was steaming.So I carried on to tell Erica my horror story.When we meet up I say ok lets go blah blah.And run off to the front of the store to look for Erica and tell her that I found an open lane.Yehaw I thought to my self and I made my way up the middle of the store.So I call erica.Hey Erica I found a lane open.Erica says I'm in the bath room.Oh silly girl nuh nuh I'm thinking she must have taken our buggy in to the bathroom....I was terribly wrong.I don't have the buggy she says.Basicly dropping the phone in the floor in a utter panic running and by running I mean I was run-ing.When I get back to where the murder was committed there stood my poor poor buggy defaced by the public...But what was missing? Waffle maker no blankets no.Movies nope.Hmmmm.MUH VACUUM.FORQUAHHHHH!!!!! I searched the premises looking for possible suspects.But no one.I called it time of death 11:00.My life was over.Butthurt and tired I went and found another vacuum.
Other than that my holidays were smashing.Life was not but a fail when I got princess sheets from Santa..But if I ever find who took my $7 vacuum cleaner you will meet my twins smith and wesson.Just kidding.....But really.And so I leave you with that though.Tomorrow I will tell you about things I don't like and so forth.I would do it today but I am just so tired.And I can't miss that much more school because I don't wanna meet my other twins Pena and tenturcy.
-Kristen
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