Magical journey

What a weekend! It was a good one, and now I'm avoiding my massive amounts of homework to come and write a story. Here goes.

Jessica and Katie's trip through the magical woodlands

Having woken up to a most horrible headache, and a little disoriented on where I was, I opened my eyes to have some bad flash backs from the night before. My good friend, and roommate Katie got me some water as we talked about the night's endevors. Since we were at the grand casa of 1032 Prospect, we slowly left and began the walk of shame back to Sunny, Katie's lovely means of transportation.
Walking down the street in the same clothes as the night before and no shoes is never something you want to do, especially when the families are out and about, cars are driving on the streets and people of the town are out doing their usual Saturday tasks. And then old men yell at your roommate that they like their corset shirt. Interesting. I still need to find my shoes.

Continuing the story... Katie and I came home and rested before deciding that we were going to do something productive with our lives, and that is when our journey began.
Our goal was to make it to the Mexican feast, where we would dine and then journey home, hopefully still in one piece.
Upon leaving our shelter we entered a woodland where we walked along babbling brooks, and raging rivers. We passed through an apple orchard, but since we wanted to save room for our feast we did not eat any of those perfect looking apples. Woodland sprites were all among us, yet they snuck around unnoticed until they would shout out abruptly and then scamper away. Our walk was filled with fun and exciting treats one of which we saw shorty into it. A half naked man riding his bicycle through the woodlands. Since he was across the trechtourus roads, we did not converse with him.
Continuing on our journey we passed the house of great wisdom, yet did not stop since the age old people would have slowed our journey to the feast by retelling stories of their younger days. We continued on, passing a glorious waterfall on the face of America, as well as another Mexican feasting spot, yet it was not nearly as bountiful as ours so we did not linger.

We met up with a young sprite, who happened to be of blood relation to me and continued on our treck to the glorious feast. We battled whipping winds with sharp leaves darting every which way. We crossed dangerous bridges where trolls and ogars surely lurked underneath. Parched and famished we entered the doors of the glorious Mexican feast. And it was most delicious, and extremely filling.
Our journey back was ardous and tiring. The sun beat down on me and my good friend and with our bellies billowing out of our clothes, filled to the brim, we became slow and lathargic. Soon I had to stop and rest, yet not for long because we needed to continue on our way to our home. The epic journey became increasingly difficult, and as we continued, my nose began to bleed. Using nothing but what was around us, I picked up the softest leaves of the forest to aid in my debocal.
Finally we made it back to our shelter, tired and full and decided to entertain ourselves with a glorious movie.
THE END.

There's my story. Basically Katie and I walked to Chipolte and met up with my brother. There was a lot of suage (sp?) water and some old crabapple trees. There was a fountian at McDonalds and an old person's home. And people kept honking at us. And I did get a bloody nose. So that's that. Leave it to me to make a story about walking to the local resturant into an epic journey! Muahaha.

Ok well on that note I have two more things to add.
1. I like flip cup.
2. I am a maze.

That is all. I am going to write my paper now.
Cheers.