My Teenage Post-Apocalyptic Life

Day 3: I stare at the blank TV. Every half hour I attempt to turn it on. Where is my CNN?My comedy central? My NBC? I suffer through minutes of waiting to simply access Facebook using my iPhone’s hotspot. This is my post-apocalyptic life after the hurricane.

Rations are low. I must subsist on Chef Boyardee and chocolate cake. We are running low on cake.

Will this be life after December 21st 2012 when the world ends? I can’t stand the silence. You can only listen to a Billy Joel album so many times in a day before you start to cry. I was lucky enough that I remembered to buy an album of Daniel Tosh Comedy before the storm, but others were not so lucky.

I have nearly no video on my phone because I could never justify the space it took up when I could just watch Netflix. My new computer is also nearly clear of video. I must venture out and save myself from the silence.

12 noon. I venture out by motorized vehicle. Trees line the road and block my exit. I’m boxed in. Finally I find a road to the nearest McDonalds. Oh how I enjoyed my Chicken selects! And the McDonalds fries tantalized my tongue. The sugary soft drinks flowed amply. But the Wifi; it was a slow crawl. I must forage for a better connection.

Finally, my savior. Optimum Wifi with DECENT DOWNLOAD SPEEDS. I download an episode of Tosh.O, and the first Ironman film. I will feast my eyes tonight. For now I scout out an HDMI cable. What is your storm experience like? END TRANSMISSION.