Broken Glasses

Just to give you an adequate image of me, I wear glasses. I have for quite a long while, and if it goes on getting any worse I shall be blind. That would be awful! How would I read? How would I blog? How would I get to MuggleNet? How would I know when people are laughing at me? I wouldn't! My Auspicious End-of-August Resolution will be to take care of my glasses, because I broke them again the other day.
What I was doing with my glasses broken was wandering around the backyard, being a zombie. Zombies don't need to see. They need to be weird and awkward, and I am accomplished at both. I was avoiding K as I perfected my zombie walk, because he was attempting golf with a baseball bat, and I knew it might not end well for anyone.
I was attacking an innocent village of weeds when I was hit with a golf ball. I then decided to turn my life around, right then and there! I became...an artist!
I drew large, colorful pictures with a tub of Crayola chalk! They were good enough to see without visual aid.
Then, of course, it started to rain and my life's work was washed away. I advise all budding artists not to use chalk outside unless you want your hopes and dreams to be gone in an instant of ten-second showers!
I am getting new glasses today, and wish me luck-I hope my power doesn't go up.

Diolouge for Saturday, August 22, 2009:

Max: “Did you know it wasn’t me, the other Max?”
Fang: “Yeah.”
Max: “When?”
Fang: “Right away.”
Max: “How? We look identical. She even had identical scars and scratches. She was wearing my clothes. How could you tell us apart?"
Fang: “She offered to cook breakfast.”

-Maximum Ride: School's Out-Forever by James Patterson

(http://en.wikiquote.org/wiki/Maximum_Ride)