My Life in Photographs.

This bracelet, and the person who gave it to me. (:

Holly's epic homecoming mum that her friend's mom made. 

Pumpkins with startlingly realistic facial hair.

Getting handwritten letters in the mail.

Kroger.

Large amounts of caffeinated beverages.

iPhone.

Late night Apples to Apples games.

Hair dye that keeps ending up the same color it already is.

Reuniting with Shane. Finally.

These two idiots. <3

Making the most out of french fry induced hospital visits.

Whipped cream.

Watching lots of Lost.

Halloween decorations.

Also here's me being bored in the car. 

<3

The Adventures of Sawyer and the Apocalyptic Bounce House

I woke up with a start, as though someone had called out my name. I quickly jumped up and surveyed the room, making sure everything was safe. Glancing over at her bed, I noticed that my owner was stirring. So she must have heard it, too! And it was still going on, that weird humming noise coming from outside. I wondered what it was as I watched my owner sit up and wonder the same thing. Noticing me looking at her, she said something in her jumbled up language that I have come to understand means "let's get up." So I jogged over to the door and asked her to let me out, because I have no thumbs. Tragic, really.

Her next nonsense phrase is what she usually says before she lets me outside into the backyard, so I prepared to face the strange noise head-on. We both walked outside, curiously looking around at anything that might have seemed abnormal. I noticed it before she did, and I instantly jumped in front of her. She still hadn't noticed the intrusion, so I began to attempt communicating the imminent danger to her in my language. I yelled and screamed at her to save herself and run inside, for what I saw in the next yard over was the scariest thing I could have imagined:  a giant inflatable building. The apocalypse in physical form. A looming tower of pain and misery, and I had to warn the entire neighborhood. I kept yelling at my owner, until she finally looked over and realized our impending doom. Her reaction was the weirdest of all. She laughed. I couldn't figure out why, so I kept yelling at her, asking what was funny about the end of the world. And she just kept laughing, and told me to stop "barking" and go inside. So I did so, confused and worried.

As I paced the living room, quietly conveying my discomfort in the form of what my owner calls "whining," she jogged over to the other owners' rooms, undoubtedly to tell them that the world was ending. Finally, I laid down on the floor and accepted defeat. The apocalypse was coming, and there was no way to stop it.