Assonance

Couldn't wait for you to come home, but things have changed now that she's grown.
Night-time silence turned to drunken violence.
In her bed, sleepy and warm.  She didn't know that's not the norm.
In the car, her shoulders heaved.  You changed everything she believed.
Remember the words you said, stung no matter how much she bled.
It's been her worst day still, more than when she met the hill.
Disconnecting sad and slow, colder than the falling snow.

Final Story

                From softball practices to pep fests, Jenna and Victoria were an inseparable twosome.  They had been best friends since kindergarten, and the friendship stood stronger than ever as their senior year of high school rolled around.  They went out of their way to see each other in the school hallways, and their classmates joked that they were attached at the hip.  The girls spent every weekend together whether they had essays to write or parties to attend, and after school study sessions were common throughout the week. Although the girls were often seen as one entity, they were two very different individuals.  Jenna was tall and lanky, with long brown hair and a shy, timid demeanor-she expected to blend in with her surroundings.  Meanwhile, Victoria was outspoken and opinionated, with a vibrant laugh that radiated from deep inside her.  She stood an entire head shorter than Jenna, and her choppy, platinum blonde hair had a rebellious streak of purple hiding underneath her bangs.  Athletic and aggressive, Victoria could seem intimidating while Jenna seemed apprehensive and coy.  Somehow these conflicting personalities brought the girls closer every day, and their opposite winds created an unstoppable hurricane of friendship that would undoubtedly continue through college and the rest of their lives.

                Jenna found it hard to become close to people, so she felt endlessly blessed to have Victoria in her life.  Every decision Jenna made involved taking Vicki into account, and she truly had an immeasurable amount of love for her best friend.  She had learned so much from Victoria over the years, and she wouldn’t hesitate to catch a bullet for her. She appreciated the steady pattern of day to day life, and change was not easy for her. Jenna was dreading their separation for college in the fall, and needless to say, she fully planned on spending every summer day with her best friend.

                As the year flew by and graduation became a memory instead of a goal, the girls remained faithfully at each other’s side.   The summer before college was crammed with days at the beach and nights on the town.  Afternoon visits to the mall and nighttime road trips to the drive-in were carefree and fun as the girls soaked in their last season together.

                Eight days before both girls planned on boarding separate airplanes to attend separate schools for the first time in their lives, Jenna woke up to the morning sun slipping through her window and her phone ringing endlessly.  Recognizing the number as Vicki’s home phone, Jenna swiftly grabbed her blackberry and brought it up to her ear.

                “Victoria had another seizure,” Vicki’s mom was blunt and direct.  Jenna’s stomach plummeted and the room spun around her as those harsh words set in.  Having her first violent seizure at age four, Victoria was deemed Epileptic before she entered kindergarten.  Now she was 18 and thanks to surgeries, medication, and almost a decade of extensive therapy, it had been five years since even the most minor episode.  She was cleared to get a driver’s license and move out of state for college, and everyone gratefully assumed that she had found a way to keep her disease under control.

                “But she’s okay, right?” Jenna assumed. “Now you should just go back to the doctor and get her medication changed or something before this happens again.”

                “She hit her head on a table, so I called an ambulance.  I haven’t seen her since it happened late last night, but the doctors say she’s at a risk for serious blood loss.” The voice on the phone continued. “She could also have brain damage because of where the table hit her skull.  I think you should come to the hospital.  Vicki would want you here.”

                Lunging out of bed, Jenna didn’t bother to change out of her pajamas before grabbing her keys and flying out her front door.  Sprinting onto the driveway where she had parked her little silver car, Jenna couldn’t even cry; she was too numb.  Had Victoria’s mom insinuated that her daughter was on the verge of death?  Would she be in a coma? 

                Speeding out of her neighborhood, Jenna tried to imagine what life would be like without Victoria.  She could barely see herself surviving the next four years without Vicki by her side, let alone the next 80. Not wanting to waste any time, the trembling brunette forced her gas petal down even further and prayed that everything would be fine.   Clutching the steering wheel, Jenna begged herself to remain composed as the urge to sob grew even stronger.  As she neared the hospital, her heart hammered inside her chest and the tears finally made their appearance.  She was almost at her best friend’s side-the only place in the world she wanted to be.

                It was a 2006 Pick-Up Truck that plowed into the side of Jenna’s car and killed her instantly.  The collision left both vehicles mangled and destroyed, giving the other driver a slim chance at survival as well.  Luckily the ambulance was quick in getting him to the emergency room 2 blocks away.  This solemn and heart-wrenching scene could be viewed from Victoria’s 6^th floor hospital room as she lay unconscious in the pure white bed.  Staring out the window with one hand on the foot of the bed, Vicki’s mom looked on in horror.  Turning her back to the window, she was just in time to greet the smiling doctor who had just entered the room.

                “I have good news.” He said genuinely. “Victoria’s X-rays showed no brain damage at all, and her body was able to replenish her blood supply-she didn’t lose as much as we originally thought.  Your daughter is going to be just fine.”

daily journal class recap 4-7-11

One thing I really liked about this class was how often we actually got to be creative in Creative Writing. The daily journals were really open-ended, and even though I didn't like doing the pictures as daily journals, I still think it was a good way to get thinking and start using our imagination. I also really loved the poetry unit.  I don't usually like poetry but I appreciate that you just gave us the basic format of a certain type of poem, and then let us run with it. It was nice to know that as long as I followed the specific rules for something like a sonnet, I could write about whatever I wanted and make it my own.  I'm also glad you let us work during class and at our own pace, because when kids feel rushed to write something we just focus on getting it done and not being good and creative writers.  If you just threw concrete due dates at us we wouldn't be growing as writers, which is something I think I accomplished this quarter.

Even though I really enjoyed writing poetry, I didn't exactly love writing stories, especially science fiction ones.  It's good to try something different, because I would never write a science fiction story on my own, but at the same time, I didn't think science fiction gave me a lot of room to be creative.  You can be creative by coming up with interesting story lines or plot twists, not just by throwing aliens and time travel into your paper. I also wanted to have more writing time and less lecture time, because once I get 'in the zone' to write, I just want to get all of my ideas down and start working.  If I can't do that write away, I get worried that I'll forget my great ideas and be less interested in writing because there isn't very much time left in class for me to do a lot of work. Overall, I really enjoyed this class and I honestly do think I am just that much closer to being a great writer because of it.

4-6-11

My first real job was at my friend Sammie's family restaurant.  It was a pizza shop, and my job was to answer the phones and place the orders that people wanted.  I didn't mind it at first, because it was simple to take charge of the conversation and to keep the communication flowing so I got the information that I needed.  Also, everyone knows how to order a pizza, so anybody I talked to was able to make the conversation short and easy.  While most of the people I talked to were polite and deliberate, every once in a while I would have to deal with a crazy person.  One busy night, I had someone on hold while I answered the phone and asked what the person wanted to order.  It took them such a long time to respond, and when they did, their words were slurred and I could barely understand what they were saying.  Under the instruction of my boss, who is very no-nonsense about things, I hung up because I didn't have time for someone who didn't know what they were doing or even who they had called.  I continued to answer calls and place orders, when the phone rang again.  It was the same person who had called before, but this time they managed to yell 'YOU HUNG UP ON ME!'.  I don't take crap from anyone, and I knew my boss would not have been okay with someone treating me like that when it was clearly their own fault.  Still, I was shaky from my first angry customer, but I knew I had to remain firm.  "Yeah I did, because I had people on hold who were actually talking to me." I shot back.  I was surprised, but this shut the woman up right away, and she promptly ordered her pizza.  This was definitely a nerve-racking first for me, and I was freaking out at the time.  Looking back though, even though it seemed horrible at the time, I'm glad it happened.  I learned that people will generally respect you when you stand up for yourself and take charge for the situation and ownership for your actions.  I'm sure the psycho lady learned a few things too; 1. have your act together when you try to order a pizza on a friday night and 2. don't call a pizza place when you're drunk and belligerent.

4-5-11

If I opened my own restaurant, it would look like a nightclub inside with curtains and cozy VIP - feeling booths.  It would be very dim inside with music that is more loud than soft, but not too loud.  There would be candles on the tables, and we would have a lovely selection of drinks. The theme colors would be purple, blue, and black with some silver.  Basically, if it looks like a Kardashian would hang out there, thats what I want it to look like.  The people that work at my restaurant would have to be very good looking- NO EXCEPTIONS.  Everyone would have to wear black, and we would make cool nametags so you could identify the employees. We would sell really expensive food that comes in tiny portions so that I could make as much money as possible.  I would also make sure that there was a beautiful open terrace in the summer, with a great view.  There would only be drinks allowed out there, and the music would be much softer.  This is a great idea, and I might just do it so that I can make millions and millions of dollars and live happily ever after. By myself. The end.

science fiction story

                Hot, humid air rushes over my face like little flashes of wind.  I’m slowly becoming more aware of my senses, and I realize that the fast and steady gusts are partnered with a heaviness weighing over my chest.  A strong pounding fills my head as I lift it off of the ground and sleepily open my eyes.  I am met by the friendly gaze of my scruffy little dog sitting on top of me.  Her dark chestnut eyes stare at me expectantly, and her tail wags to the beat of her panting breath. 

                “Get off me, Riley.” I grumble as I sit forward.  Looking around, I realize that I am in a small, deserted alley between two tall buildings.  The red bricks tower over me on both sides as the morning sun fills the alley.  There is no reason I should be waking up on this empty side-street; the last thing I remember is dozing off in my own bed with Riley resting softly in my arms. 

                Looking to the far end of the alley, I see where it meets a bigger road.  Through the small opening between the buildings I notice people meandering down the sidewalk or hurriedly walking across the street.  The throbbing throughout my skull continues as I slowly get to my feet and make my way towards the sea of people.  Riley follows me faithfully as we step out into the crowded city.  Assessing my surroundings once again, I rise up on my tippy-toes as my head swivels left and right.  Quaint little stores line the street on both sides like a scene from an old western movie.  Keeping my eyes moving, the first thing I realize is that everyone is dressed alike.  The women wear their own variation of the simple and solid black skirt and blazer, and the men wear their own black suits.  If the little shops decorating the street didn’t resemble small town America so closely, I would assume I was dropped in the middle of business-oriented New York City.  I have become acutely aware and embarrassed of how under-dressed I must appear; my light brown hair is resting in relaxed waves at my shoulders, as I take note that every woman in sight has her hair neatly secured in a tiny bun.  My white, lacy summer dress hardly touches my knees, and my bare, bronzed legs and navy Keds don’t match the uniform of black tights and high heels.

                This unfamiliar place urges me to ask so many questions.  Where am I?  How did I get here?  Above all, how can I get home?  Deciding to head down the street to search for answers, I quickly kneel down and pick up my puppy.  Carrying her like a football in my right arm, it doesn’t take much muscle for me to swing all 15 pounds of her to my front so I can support her hind legs with my left arm as well.  I turn to my right and begin walking down the sidewalk, weaving my way through a city of strangers.  The women’s eyes scan me from head to toe as I walk past them, and I receive confused glares from the men.  I clutch onto my dog they way everyone else seems to clutch to their briefcases, and it is obvious that I am an outsider.

                I scan the crowd looking for any hints as to where I am, when I unexpectedly see my brother crossing the street about a block ahead of me.  I swiftly put Riley on her feet and begin sprinting.

                “Oh my God, Mike.” I’m out of breath as I approach him and wrap my arms around his tall, skinny frame.  He tenses up as I hug him, and he quickly dodges around me to continue walking.  “Hold on! I have to talk to you!” I shout as I struggle to keep up with him.  He picks up his pace, and I need to take even bigger strides to remain behind my older brother. “I’m serious!  You can’t walk away from me! I just woke up in an alley with Riley, I have no idea what happened!”  Tears are now streaming down my face as the kid who once promised to always protect me is blatantly ignoring me in my time of need.  Just as I consider giving up on chasing him, Michael quickly grabs my wrist and drags me into the nearest empty store. 

                “Okay, one,” he begins once we are inside, “I’m not Mike.  Two, I don’t know who you are, and three,” he pauses to look down at my disheveled sandy-colored pup, “that has got to be the ugliest dog I have ever seen.”

                This is so typical.  Mike is the average big brother who would torment me just to see my reaction, and I am not in the mood right now.  “You’re not funny.” I spit back.

“I’m not trying to be.” He responds matter-of-factly.  As he says this, I notice that his eyes are not their usual deep blue; the same deep blue that mine are.  Instead, they are a shock of electric green that cannot be mistaken.  “My name is Eden.” He says sweetly as he extends his right hand.  Confused, I stare at his hand and notice a small birthmark on top of his wrist that I’m sure I would have seen before.  Suddenly, it occurs to me that although this person is identical to the brother I grew up with for the last 18 years; he isn’t my brother at all.  Amazed, I gaze into his green eyes and introduce myself.  Telling him I’m from Apple Valley and extremely lost, Eden gives me a response I was not expecting.

                “Apple Valley, Minnesota?”  He asks, dumbfounded.  I nod.  “That’s not possible.” Throwing him a confused look, he continues to tell me that the city I fell asleep in last night hasn’t existed for over 90 years.

                “Okay, THAT’S not possible.” I retort. “I know for a fact I fell asleep in Apple Valley last night. So…” my voice trails off, waiting for an explanation.  He sighs.

                “Jessica, can you tell me what year it is?”  Eden massages the bridge of his nose like he is annoyed.  Well it will be my turn to be annoyed when I shoot the correct answer right back at him; I’m not an idiot.

                “Yeah…2011.” I squint my eyes at him, waiting for his embarrassed reaction.

                “It figures.” He sighs again, looking me up and down. “You time traveled. Apple Valley exists in 2011, but not today. It is August 2111.”A rush takes over me, and I am dizzy.  Time Travel? Is he insane? I stare back at him, waiting for Ashton to jump out and surprise me.  I surprise myself first and shove him as the tears begin again.

 “Shut up!” I yell. “I’m serious, I just want to go back home!”  As frustrated as I am, a distinct part of me wishes this strange man really was my big brother Mikey, playing another prank. “Mike this isn’t funny!” Now I’m sobbing, and Riley whimpers on the ground beside me.

“I promise you, I’m not Mike.”  Sympathy floods his voice, and I hate to know he is telling me the truth.

4-4-11

This man clearly just got dumped. and that is clearly his girlfriend underneath the rug.  Things got physical when she told him she wanted to break up, but neither of them thought it would escalate like it did.  they were running around the room when the woman, whose name is Erin, decided to hide underneath the rug.  Her skull was smashed shortly after this photo was taken. The man said oopsies, and the police decided not to take him to jail because she seemed annoying anyways, and he's never really done anything super bad before.  Except for the time he killed his wife.

daily journal 4-1-11

Behind her the noise escalated, and the building exploded.  She walked away like she did nothing wrong, and nobody ever suspected her of anything. She got away with it, and she continued to live a wonderful life. The end.

daily journal 3-29-11

Last week was the end of spring break as I know it, but it was a great finale.  Every year I go to Naples, FL to visit my grandparents.  My mom usually plans a side trip as well, but this year my sister and I insisted on staying at the same resort all week to just relax. We went to the beach almost every day, and I loved feeling the heat of the sun on my body after such a long winter, and hearing the waves of the gulf splash on to the shore.  One of my favorite parts of the trip was probably getting to lay on the front of my grandpa's yacht as he streamed through the Gulf, it was so beautiful.  Another part of going to Florida that I look forward to is just seeing my Grandpa Tom and Grandma Evie, because they are the real reason that we travel that far year after year.  I only see my Grandpa about 3 times a year, so it was awkward to see him when I was younger.  Within the last few years, however, we have gotten so much closer and I think we both have a great understanding of eachother.  My grandpa is probably one of the most generous people I know; he is so giving, and I can't even find the words to express how grateful I am.  Without him, my family would have no reason to travel south for spring break- so I can honestly say I don't think I would have had such amazing and memorable vacations every single year.  Also, I would never have experienced what it's like to be up north at a cabin unless he had invited us every summer.  My two favorite places in the world are Florida and the cabin, and neither of these places would have been possible for me to fall so in love with if my grandpa hadn't been around.  He is also so hilarious and sarcastic.  Half the time he says completely inappropriate things around me and my younger sister, but it is so funny because he doesn't really have a filter and can't understand why it's not really okay to swear in front of us and our younger cousins.  I could go on for days about how much I love my grandpa and enjoyed my spring break, but I can sum it up by saying it was a great end to a family tradition :)

daily journal 3-28-11

It is dark and humid like the rainforest, and the warm water is running over me like a river. The sound of the rushing rain surrounds me, and I feel smooth and clean as it washes the soap off of me and everything around me.  When the rain stops I can feel the air start to dry me immediately, and I can hear the last few rain drops as they slowly drip through the hot air. More dropplets run down me like beads of sweat as I continue to become warm, shiny, and dry. Just as the climate is becoming less dense with water, a rush of cold wind invades the tropical heat I am used to, and the dark is invaded by a growing beam of light that reveals where I have been; a dishwasher.

daily journal 3-18-11

If I could invent one thing to help mankind, it would be something to predict bad earthquakes and tsunamis.  This is so that the situation in Japan would never happen again anywhere else. It is so devistating and saddening, and I think it is the definition of horrific.  I want to make sure that history never repeats itself, so I think this invention would benefit people all over the world.

Daily journal 3-17-11

I once dreamed about Peter Pan coming into my room, and taking me to Never land with him and Tinkerbell.  I must have been about 7, because I was sleeping on the top bunk in my room upstairs. It was without a doubt the most realistic dream I have ever had, and I was so depressed when I woke up to learn that none of it had ever happened.  Peter came into my window with Tink, and invited me to go with them.  I always dreamed about Peter Pan, so I asked him if this was really happening.  He of course responded with a smile, and said yes.  I have always been terrified of heights, especially if I was flying through the sky without anything save me if I started to fall.  But flying with Peter wasn't as hard as I had expected it to be, and I'm pretty sure I picked it up right away.  We took off from my front yard and headed towards the second star to the right.  I also think Wendy, Michael, and John were there too. We had a great adventure in Never Land, and it was just like in the movie.  We met some very nice indians, and sat around the fire.  I requested to see the mermaids, so Wendy and Peter took me to go visit them.  They were also just like in the movie, so beautiful and girly.  I even got to swim with them! I knew what was next, and I was not looking forward to it.  We had done almost everything there is to do in Neverland, except for one thing; it was time to fight Captain Hook.  We left the gorgeous mermaids and flew over the water towards the pirate ship.  Peter landed on the ship first, and immediately started slaying hook.  I wasn't far behind him, and as soon as my feet hit the wood of the boat, I was grabbed by a stout, bald pirate.  A tall, skinny, and even scarier pirate grabbed Wendy, and they tied us both to a pole, back to back.  The bald pirate told me he would let us go if I guessed the number he was thinking of, and he then informed me that the number was between 7 and 9.  When I asked "Is it 8?" I actually said it in real life, and in turn woke myself up from the most memorable and life-like dream I have ever had.

brainstorming

The website I was on said that science fiction is about change, and that every change can have positive and negative effects on the earth.  To be completely honest, if I woke up 100 years from now, the only thing I would want would be to come back home to 2011.  So I would hope they have a time machine invented.

daily journal 3-15-11

I am in no way, shape, or form amused with this picture.  Like seriously, what? I love asians, but this big shoe is way out of proportion and it honestly just creeps me out.  I could make some jokes about the earthquake or the tsunami, but it's way too soon and that would just be really insensitive of me.  I could also assume it isn't in Japan, but some other asian country, like China.  Well...I'm still not amused.  I could make up a story about a little asian man who lives in a shoe, but that STILL isn't entertaining.  This is just a dead end picture..so..I have nothing to write about really?  I don't want to work today.  I am literally working 24 hours this week, and I have homework, cleaning, packing, and resting to do in between school and making money.  Can't forget about walking RIRI either

daily journal 3-14-11

My journey on a pirate ship started when I was water skiing on the gulf of mexico during my spring break in Florida.  I was bounding over the white-capped waves and catching some seriously impressive air.  Before I knew it though, a massive pirate ship coasted next to me out of nowhere.  A hand reached down and grabbed me by my pony-tail.  It yanked me out of my seat and dropped me on the wooden deck of the ship.  Landing on my back, I stared up at the group of pirates towering over me.  I asked who they were, and I recieved a friendly 'Howdy I'm Troy!' out of the only male.  The other two pirates were girls named Erica and Amanda. They all seemed exceptionally nice and gentle as they helped me to my feet, so I assumed I was on a ship of good pirates.  I couldn't have been more wrong-I soon saw the tall, lanky captain standing in front me.  He hobbled over on his wooden leg and looked me up and down. 'You, you, and you.' He pointed to the other three pirates, 'You're all stupid. Go shine the statue of me on the front of the boat.' All of the kind pirates scurried away, and I was left with the scary captain and the parrott he carried on his shoulder.  The intimidating pirate introduced himself as Gabe, and told me his parrott's name was Brittany. "I'm Brittany! I'm Brittany!" The colorful bird squaked. "Yeah, we KNOW." Gabe rolled his eyes.

Daily Writing

The Easter Bunny was found guilty of grand theft auto on Thursday, March 10 2011.  He reportedly broke into an icy blue corvette around sunrise, and continued to drive southwest-planning only to stop once he got to Las Vegas.  The expensive luxury sportscar was reported stolen less than ten minutes after the rabbit hopped off with it, and thankfully it was recovered before he could cross any state borders.  With no damage done to the vehicle, it was returned to its rightful owner before noon.  This picture shows the Easter Bunny being escorted out of the car, just before being searched head to toe.  During the frisking, the police found one carrot, three jelly beans, and a chocolate egg.  With no drugs or other illegal substances on his person (or animal) the Easter Bunny was set free and pointed in the direction from which he came.  Deciding he didn't want to get on the bouncing bunny's bad side, the owner of the vehicle decided not to press charges.  'Besides,' says the owner, who wants to remain anonymous, 'I don't want to send him to jail and ruin easter for all the nice little boys and girls out there.  However, when he gets to MY house on easter, I better get some extra peeps..'

Lyrics

Then lyrics
I remember, trying not to stare the night that I first met you
You had me mezmorized
And three weeks later, in the front porch light
taking forty-five minutes to kiss goodnight
I hadn't told you yet
but I thought I loved you then

Chorus

And now you're my whole life
now you're my whole world
I just can't believe the way I feel about you, girl
Like a river meets the sea,
stronger than it's ever been.
We've come so far since that day
And I thought I loved you then

And i remember, taking you back to right where I first met you,
You were so surprised
There were people around, but I didn't care
Got down on one knee right there once again,
I thought I loved you then

And now you're my whole life
now you're my whole world
I just can't believe the way I feel about you, girl
Like a river meets the sea,
stronger than it's ever been.
We've come so far since that day
And I thought I loved you then

I could just see you, with a baby on the way
And I could just see you, when your hair is turning gray
What I can't see is how I'm ever gonna love you more
But I've said that before

And now you're my whole life
now you're my whole world
I just can't believe the way I feel about you, girl
We'll look back someday, at this moment that we're in
And I'll look at you and say
And I thought I loved you then
And I thought I loved you then



Song Title : Then

Artist : Brad Paisley

1. Why did you choose this song? Why is it important to you?
I listened to it pretty much on repeat when I went to my cabin last summer, so it brings me back to the fun and relaxing time that I had.  It is important to me because I had just gotten surgery and I couldn't do very much, so I got really attached to listening to brad paisley when everyone else got to do fun things like water skiing.

2. What is the story in the lyrics?
The story is just about how Brad Paisley met his wife, and how he loves her more and more each day, even though he didn't think that was possible.

3. What is the structure?
Mostly free-verse, with A B A B in part of the chorus, while other parts show AA BB

4. What is the emotional tone or mood?
The emotional mood is really loving and admirable and just overall happy and content with life.

5. What is the message or lesson?
The message is that no matter how in love you are with someone, you can always surprise yourself by falling in love with them even more as time goes on.

6. What is the intention of this piece of music?
The intention of this music is for Brad Paisley to show his wife how he feels about her and how their life together started, and to express what it's like to genuinely be in love.

daily journal 3-4-11

The first image that came into my mind was me and my family on the gulf of mexico.  If I found out I was going to die tomorrow, I would sell all of my belongings and donate the money to an animal shelter. The second thing I would do is rent a huge yacht and lay in the sun all day with my family.  The gulf of mexico is so beautiful, and that is what I would want my family to remember about my last day on earth-the beauty.  I wouldn't just want my immediate family though, if I could do anything I would bring every person that ever touched my life.  I would bring my cousins, aunts and uncles, grandparents, neighbors, teachers, and friends. I have created really special bonds with so many people, and I would want to spend my last day with all of them just laughing and talking and looking at the sparkling blue water surrounding the boat.  I would obviously want my dog, Riley there too! I love my RiRi. I would want to watch all of the old disney movies that warm my heart to this day, and the Wizard of Oz, too.  I would also want to take some time to laugh until I cry at my old home videos, they are actually priceless. I would also work time in the day to go to Germany and Ireland, two places that I have very strong family history.  Before I die I want to walk to same streets that my ancestors walked, and see the exact same sunsets they saw.  The most important thing though, would be to get as much time in with my family as I could.  They drive me absolutely NUTTY sometimes, but I love everyone in my life so much, that I would want everyone there. Even Dave.

Villanelle

Automatic strides to sprint through the day.
Feeling hopeless and weak.
Running out of options, now it's time to pray.

Looking out the window, the whole world has turned grey.
No different than the scenery, the future looks bleak.
Automatic strides to sprint through the day.

There's a difference between growing up, and losing the urge to play.
Now admitting it's not a phase, not an unusual streak.
Running out of options, now it's time to pray.

So close to touching happiness, if it's summer then I'm May.
I need to be carried back to reality, maybe I do need a slap across the cheek.
Automatic strides to sprint through the day.

Surprising myself with the strength and will to stay.
Hoping the future brings more happiness, what I'd give for just one peek.
Running out of options, now it's time to pray.

Identical to a broken wire, ending with a fray.
A purpose and a genuine smile is really all that I seek.
Automatic strides to sprint through the day.
Running out of options, now it's time to pray.

daily journal 3-3-11

Top ten best/most memorable/funniest moments of my life
1. making LDT
2.dance competitions
3.first varsity lacrosse game
4.laughing until I cried at Ace Ventura
5.getting Riley
6.playing with Michael & Corey
7.the time I took 3 vicodin
8. teaching myself to play the titanic theme song on the piano
9. laughing hysterically with veronica, sammy, and lauren
10.a prairie home companion filming/premiere