Monday, March 24, 2008

Thursday, March 13, 2008

time to start fresh.... "mom I need your credit card!"

" Geez poopy head I thought I was being clear I want to go back in time, remeber, and if that's the price you're giving me for week old peeps I'm just gonna go buy my own jeez." Noel said in a some what sarcastic voice. She picked up her purse assuming sadie didn't want to go back like she did, what's more important peeps or the sixties? Noel thought to her self as she tokk a few steps toward the door.

Wednesday, March 12, 2008

Ha! I reply with post haste!

Sadie's eyes grew wide in terror. "Don't take my Peeps!" she said, protectively clinging the yellow, marshmallow chicks to her chest. "They're all that's keeping me awake right now! They are beautiful, fluffy, sweet, slightly stale, perfect when melted in the microwave. Why, they're a sheer delight!"

Sadie switched to infomercial mode. "And you can buy the rest of this pack with your SOUL. Either that, or you can do my calculus homework for the next month: those two mean basically the same thing...Why did you want them again?"

Tuesday, March 11, 2008

The next bit... DUN DUN DUN.... DUN DUN!!!!!

Neol walked into the small dorm her and Sadie have begun to call home, "I wanna be in the 60's again... it's official."

"I know how you feel.. I really miss the mods," Sadie replied with a sigh, "I'm sick of all this homework too."

"Yeah.. I say we go to the sixties then you and me.... it's not like you don't got the supplies for it," she gestured toward the pack of peeps beside Sadie and smiled, hopping she'd want the same.

Sunday, March 9, 2008

Sorry for the wait...

Months had passed since that had happened, and Sadie and Noel had gone back to the monotony that was college life. Sadie took up a rigorous study life, studying, studying, studying, and Noel? She took up the partying half of college.

Even so, it was still monotony, and the two girls ached for something new, or atleast, more interesting than what they were doing.

Sadie sat at the edge of her bed, busily transcribing her journalism notes into her laptop. She knawed on a garishly yellow Peep, mushing the marshmellow between her teeth.