all right then! let's start from the beginning; I'm 19, I'm a sophomore in college, and I'm an education major. I'm a pacifict, let's get that down right off the bat so that all those who don't agree with me can berrate me and my ideals and get it over with. I live in Kentucky, which really isn't so bad except for Berea, which is where I go to school...for your own sake, stay away...far away...

enough about me. on to the day; skipped work, got my paycheck in the mail, walked to walmart...there's where the real adventure begins. you see, walmart is the mecca of berea because, well, there's just nothing else here, to put it simply. on the way, nothing out of the ordinary happened, save the ignorant hooting of several rednecks packed in a rusted out old chevy (and oh, boy was i flattered). walmart itself, however, is full of possibilities. example one: there's a stack of french bread in front of the store just aching to be in a sword fight...so this is what we, all three of us being intelligent, logical college students, immediately used them for. this is much like the fight shae and i had a couple of weeks ago in Food City with wrapping paper...except this time i died quickly...was decapitated by a loaf of honey wheat. example two: large display of perfect, shiny ripe red delicious apples in the corner of produce dept. i only wanted one! what i got was a sea of them around me in my attempt to pick one out *wades nonchalantly through apples and runs away* amanda laughed so hard at that, i thought she was going to wet her pants. debbie was close behind. and on the way back, i tripped coming up the stairs and think i broke my big toe. THE END! *curtsies*