HAPPY HALLOWEEN!

After a nite of egging, tping, and blowing stuff up, Pat thought he'd sit down on the sidewalk. the friction from his encounter with the ground lit a match which fell on his m1000. the pat blew up.

happy halloween

Pat

Pat couldnt describe it. He was perfectly happy. Good grade, lotsa kinda friends, even a handful of love interests. But he wasnt content. Something wasnt right. Pat wasnt sure if it was an empty or excess feeling but he didnt care. He wanted it gone. He tried everything. Banana bread. JSA Fall State. Precalc/Psych. Running. Old music. New music. Movies. Nothing worked.

He was so desperate that he even said "Desperate times call for desperate measures", and you know a movie has gotten really bad when somebody says that. He decided he would pick one bird and focus on it. Maybe he could block the other feeling away with a liking feeling which would serve as a firewall to the crappy feeling. He still wasnt sure which bird was prettiest or even which had the nicest song. Then he gave up and strangled all the birds except for that last one, which somehow got lodged in his throat. Then pat died.

Pat Spots Other Birds

All of a sudden. A robin and three other birds came. The robin had a superb color and Pat couldnt tell the color of the other three. Somewhat beige. Then pat fell asleep.

Is Pat Content?

Pat had almost finished his essay on "The Iliad" and he felt like taking a stroll to his favorite park. After all, he had almost fininished and it was, on the whole, very worthy of an A+. He was still sweaterless but he had a long sleeve on and was somewhat warm. He walked all the way to Stow Lake and sat atop of Strawberry Hill, which is situated right in the middle of the lake. Pat sat down on a smooth-topped tree stump with many engravings on it.

Jack <3 Jill. Hmm... It was a hill, and there was a resevior on top that fed the waterfall, and there were many places to tumble down he thought. He smiled. A small gang of sparrows had gathered around his stump, chattering amongst themselves. How lovely.

As Pat was listening to the sparrows' conversation a big, black crow came down upon them squaking noisily, flapping his wings and alltogether scaring the sparrows away. Pat felt intruded upon.

"Go away!" Pat yelled. The crow could not understand him, of course so Pat flapped his arms about, scaring some more sparrows away, but having little affect on the loud, ugly crow. So Pat stood up tall on the stump, jumped off, and squashed the crow flat.

"Serves you right, you little bitch!" and with that Pat tossed the crow down the waterfall. The sparrows started to gather around his stump again so he sat down and looked over the city through the trees.

While he was daydreaming, Pat spotted a dove on a ledge near the waterfall. It was nervously hopping around on the ledge, for it had put its nest there and the spring waters threatened to swallow her eggs. The dove looked at Pat, unafraid but unwilling to allow Pat to help it.

Pat wanted to help it, but the only way across was dangerous...well not too dangerous but who wants to climb across a 100 foot high waterfall? Pat decided to give it 30 minutes to see if its mate came back to help. If it didn't Pat would have to cross the dangerous waterfall and rescue the dove and her eggs.



I love Pat stories. EVERYTHING HAS A MEANING! yes. even the essay. i love Pat. maybe we'll see what pat does next time.