A Short Story

This is my ploy to secure an A for my online literature class, English 257.

Prologue.
This is short story. Sometimes a very difficult task when long stories are generally needed. Being the skilled wizard of words that I am, it is possible only for some. When I say this is a short story, I really mean short. Why? Because I have something very important to do and the self evaluation for this class is due tonight. This is not to say that my short story is any less important to me than the other important thing mentioned above. This is the story of how Idaho came to be.

Chapter 1:
Zeus was lonely one day, atop his mighty mountain Olympus. Hera was on vacation in Mexico with her three girlfriends from the city, because one of her girlfriends was just left at that alter by her boyfriend of ten years called Mr. Big. I know this sounds a lot like Sex and the City, and your right, this is exactly what happened in Sex and the City: The Movie.
Since Zeus had no one to talk to before he went to bed that night, he decided to create a state filled with beautiful gems that would sparkle from deep below the earth. He would call this state, The Gem State. Zeus really liked vodka as well, so he made this land bountiful with potatoes. He would call this new Vodka, Spudka.

Chapter 2:
When Hera returned from Mexico she was really pissed because Zeus had made a bunch of gorgeous native women and she found them lying around the Mount Oly Resort topless. Hera was jealous of these women and so she sent white settlers to move them off their land. Zeus cried because he loved these women, and blessed them with beauty and many buffaloes for generations to come.

Chapter 3:
Zeus and Hera consider getting a divorce. Marital troubles. They fix their issues and decide as a celebration of their renewed marriage to build a learning institution for the inhabitants of this beautiful land. They call it the University of Idaho.

Chapter 4:
Zeus really likes this young woman named Liz Sandoval and bestows upon her the gift of story- telling. Zeus comes down and invades the mind of her English 257 professor Rick Fehrenbacher and gives Liz Sandoval and A in the class because she is so funny.

Epilogue.
Liz Sandoval remained happy and told many more stories to the people of the gem state. She remained forever grateful to Zeus and Mr. Fehrenbacher. She then received a Grammy Award for best narration of an audio tape for this story.

The End. *Applause. *

Cinco de Mayo

Happy 5th of May!

"Cinco de Mayo" stands for "the Fifth of May" in Spanish. It is a holiday held on May 5 that commemorates the Mexican army's unlikely victory over French forces at the Battle of Puebla on May 5, 1862. While Cinco de Mayo sees limited significance and celebration nationwide in Mexico, the date is observed nationwide in the United States and other locations around the world as a celebration of Mexican heritage and pride.

I have numerous friends that are Mexican here in Moscow, and all of them insist on significant amounts of drinking during this holiday. My friends and I typically play drinking games on Cinco de Mayo, accompanied by watching recorded wrestling or fighting videos. Last year, we played a drinking game called "asshole," which is a card game. The loser is designated asshole, and has to deal the cards and remove them suring the game when the piled is cleared (the rules are highly complicated to explain in text, so I'll spare you). However, my friends and I always create an "asshole hat" that the designated asshole has to wear. It is typically made of s beer box and cans of the chosen drink. We also like to wrestle, box, and have a BBQ consisting of chicken, hamburgers and hotdogs and a warm fire. I love living in Idaho at times because it means being able to have a firepit in your backyard and loud music because most of your neighbors are just like you, Nine times out of ten, your neighbors hear the commotion next door, and instead of calling the cops, they come over and join you for a few beers and a celebration of just living another day.

I Still See You're Shining Today?:Soft Shifts of Lovelies

His knees prayed for a battery that would last

Her knees wondered if that bump in the dress was just fabric

His knees shifted and balanced and went over speeches

His knees bent and shook while he walked her down to meet them

His hands pushed and clicked and focused and apertured

Her hands held little boys shoulders to keep from floating

Her hands caught single tears that formed in dark slits

His hands had to let go.

Its eye remembered things most didn't see

Its breeze collected the soft lovelies around them

She whispered, "Should I try to hide the way I feel inside?"

He whispered, "I can tell the way you smile."

Last Thursday they began again

Leaving worried knees and fluttering hands behind

This Thursday they barely remember

Their eyes were so focused on the other

that they married.

"The Way I Feel Inside"-The Zombies