A goblet of youth blood

So today was like any other day. Okay, it was like any other delayed start school day that occurs on the second Wednesday of every month.

I decided to not go to school today, instead I went to Skill Center. Technically Skill Center is a school, but it's on a completely different level, and I love it.

Before I went to my Photography II class at Skill Center, I decided to visit my Great G-Ma Peggy at the Old Folk's Home. Okay, so it's technically not titled that, but it might as well be. I went there because I was on an assignment. OF COURSE. Now why would I visit old farts for fun?

I take that back. I love old people, they are adorable. LIKE TOTALLY. I was visiting my Great G-Ma for my assignment titled "The Golden Ages". There was nothing golden about it besides the overbearing scent of Gold Bond. (Okay, I take that back too.) My Gram was there as well, so I managed to get a few shots with my Gram and G-Ma together. Mother and daughter. How nice.

After taking the pictures and leaving the place, I noticed all the old people staring at me. Staring at me as if they were staring deep into my young soul. I am a paranoid girl, but I just knew they wanted my youth. I just knew it. I'm sure they don't get that many young visitors, but it's rude to stare! If you've ever visited an older community, you know what I mean. They are envious of our youth, of our energy, and our hot asses. If I didn't get out of there any sooner, I knew they were going to gang up on me. They would surround me with their walkers, canes, and auto-wheelchair things. I'm sure they would use their dentures like boomerangs and poison me with their sleep aid medication. They wanted to drink my youthful blood from a metal goblet covered in dragonish designs. Oh, and with a straw too. (Some of the older people would have a problem holding it up.)

Yes, it is all true.
I claim it to be!




Toast to the oldies!
You ain't gettin' my blood!