This Weekend

I went to the city with my best friend Katie yesterday. It was so much fun. It was too much fun. I have not had a chance to hang out with Katie in months. We are crazy together. We are too crazy. We both brought our cameras. Bad idea. Katie and I go crazy with our cameras. Every time we hang out we have ridiculous photo shoots. We harass people with our cameras. Yesterday we got our cameras out when we were right by Rockefeller Center, the busiest place in the city this time of year. We started yelling celebrities’ names at people and kept taking “paparazzi” pictures of them. Katie got some really good pictures. There was one guy running down the street and Katie yells, “Oh my god! Jennifer Aniston!” The guy leaps in the air mid-stride and posed for us. Katie took most of the pictures while I kept yelling, “Oh my god! (insert celebrity here) I love your work!”
I spent the night at Katie’s house on Saturday, before we went to the city. We went to Sonic. She had never gone before. I got the cherry limeade. It was amazing. We also went to White Castle at around midnight. Her dad came home from a holiday party and told us he was craving White Castle. Those little burgers are so disgusting. They are so greasy and grimy, but they are so tasty and I just kept shoveling them in. I had a really good weekend. =]

Journal Topic: What would you do with three wishes?

What would I do with three wishes? Of course anyone’s first wish would be to ask for more wishes. Usually when it comes to wishes there are rules that strictly prohibit this, so I am not going to wish for any more wishes. Three will have to do, for now. My first wish would be to receive a full scholarship to college. I’m not talking basic four year college. I want a full ride to my masters degree. This would preferably be at Ramapo, that’s my favorite school. My second wish would be to get a job. I have been applying to places like crazy lately. Unfortunately I am not 18 yet and I haven’t had a job before so that’s probably why I’ve been having some difficulty being hired. Now when I say I wish to get a job I don’t mean at McDonalds or Shop Rite. I want a job at a store like Home Goods or Coconuts. A place that does not sell food or clothes and that is not in the mal. Why? Because I would eat the food and get fat, buy more clothes with my discount than make money, and the mall has too many stores for me to shop in during break. By getting a job I have a way of making money, not just getting a lump sum to spend right away. I would have to take some time with my third wish. Some things that come to mind are getting straight As for the rest of this year or a new car. As far as the car goes it doesn’t have to be an elaborate car. An Acura TL would be nice, but I’d be just as insanely happy about a nice new Ford Fusion or Mercury Milan or Lincoln LS. My dad works for Ford, Lincoln, and Mercury. That’s why I like those cars, because I would never have to worry about taking it to a mechanic because my dad could just fix it at home for free. Straight As would be nice because then I wouldn’t have to try.

Babysitting

I just got home from babysitting my neighbor a half an hour ago. My neighbor is five years old, and her name is Summer. She is the only kid that I baby sit. If you did not know, I do not like children. I do not want to have kids. Well that was just two and a half hours of hell. I have baby sit her before. It was not this bad. She was younger, we watched Madagascar, and then we spent an hour playing “I Like to Move it Move it” over and over again dancing to it. That was tiring, but very enjoyable. Now that she was older we actually had to do more than one thing the entire time. For about a half an hour she just wanted to play with my cell phone. Well my cell phone is my child. It was expense and I do not have insurance on it so I take very good care of it. She kept ripping it out of my hands and pushing really hard on the touch screen. I did not want to be mean so I had to keep coaxing it out of her hands. She was taking pictures, shooting movies, playing the games, messing with the music, and typing with my phone. It was the worst. She also has a DS. She kept making me play this one game repeatedly so that I could win her money. After a while the game would not let enter anymore competitions. I told her she had to wait until tomorrow, but she was persistent on me playing the games. My goodness, I am just glad to be home.

Journal

Since it is Thursday we are in the computer lab during creative writing, so our daily journal entry is going on our blog. I usually write a bunch of paragraphs in my journal all about different things. I like being random. I’m sitting on a computer chair. It is very comfortable because it has a lot of cushioning, but it is made so that you can lean back. Sitting in this chair is a constant balancing act. The minute I shift my weight backwards the chair leans back and I’m thrown backwards. Why do they have to design chairs like this? Why would anyone want to work on a computer in that kind of position? That is worse on your body, back and eyes, than it is to sit up. t is very frustrating.
Frustrating. I remember I started pronouncing the “R” after the “F.” Everyone made fun of me, but I was like, “If that is how you spell it, shouldn’t you say it that way?” Speaking of word pronunciation I used to say breakfast wrong for the longest time. I would pronounce it breaffix. I notice that a lot of people do that, including my mother. Well this is all for now, I’m off to Mrs. Morrison’s blog to write about movies.

Yoga

I just got home from the gym. My sister came with me. Before we left we decided on going to kickboxing. My sister changed her mind once we got there, so we ended up going to yoga. I love yoga so much. It is my new favorite hobby. We ran into my third grade teacher there. She was like, "I'm so glad you're into yoga, and starting so young. I wish I started at your age." She is by far one of the nicest ladies I have ever met. Her voice is just so friendly and soothing. She should be a yoga instructor. The best part of yoga is the last 5 minutes. It is a meditation time. Some instructors come around and relax your shoulder and next by gently massaging them. They always put some kid of lotion or oil on their hands. It smells so good. I get so bummed when the instructors don't do that. This was the first time my sister went to yoga. She liked the last part of it, but has not said anything about the rest of the class. I hope she enjoyed it as much as I did. That way I’ll have a yoga partner. I feel so happy and calm and at peace right now. I need to memorize all these positions so that I can do yoga every day before school.

Update: Volleyball Banquet & Britney Spears

I have been neglecting blogger. I told myself that this marking period I would blog often so that I didn’t have to hurry to catch up. I guess I have just been really busy. Last Tuesday was our volleyball banquet. It was a good time. The seniors got a bunch of gifts: a pillow, a super soft fleece blanket, and posters with our name and number and pictures of us. The mothers got us all sweatshirts with our names on them. Zuech also got the whole team drawstring backpacks. I was named defensive player of the year. I got a volleyball with our volleyball logo, my name, and what I had won. Zuech puts together a video every year with pictures and clips. This year’s video was really long. I really enjoyed watching it, especially because I was in it a lot.
Today is December 2. It happens to be Britney Spears’ 27th birthday. I watched the premeir of her documentary on Sunday. It made me feel really bad for her. She was really sad throughout the hour long documentary. Her new album Circus also dropped today. Of course, I went out and bought it. Britney Spears is not my favorite artist. I am more of a rock fan than her pop, but I love her. I grew up on Britney Spears. I am absolutely rooting for her; she is making a comeback. Her CD is really good. I also recently got the new Shiny Toys Guns CD. That is an excellent CD. They went a totally new direction with this CD and I love it! Well that is all for now. I am off to the gym. I have not decided if I am taking the kickboxing class at 7 or the yoga class at 7:15. I think I am feeling yoga, but I could definitely use the harder work out that is kickboxing.

German Soap Opera

Last year in German three we were given a project to write an episode of a soap opera, in German of course. It was such a fun project! I got a fairly good group with the exception of Runkle. I edited the entire thing by myself, which was a big deal because I’d never edited anything before. I discovered that my computer had Windows Movie Maker on it, and I went to work. I was even able to figure out how to put music in it. I'm really proud of it. The reason I decided to right about it was because I was just going through my files in the computer and decided to share it. Unfortunately it is all in German, and aside from Larissa I don't think any of you take German. It is still funny to watch even if you don't know what we're saying. I'm going to try to post the video. It's taking forever to upload to the internet. Hopefully it works, and I can get it up by the end of tonight.

Sound #6 Story

“Sir! Sir! Wait!” I ran out of the train and the doors closed right behind me. I searched the crowd of people for the tall man in his navy pea coat. He immerged from the crowd as he went up the stairs; I ran after him. I gave up yelling because it was obvious he was unaware someone was even looking for him. As I came out of the stairs I caught him turning the corner. It was easy to finally catch up to him since the streets were not crowded. “Excuse me, Sir.” He turned around. He was the most handsome man I had ever seen. He had chocolate brown hair and piercing blue eyes.
“Yes?” he asked quietly. I held out his brown leather wallet.
“It fell out of your pocket on the train.” His face changed from confusion to gratitude instantaneously. His lips pulled up into a slight smile.
“You followed me all the way out here to bring this to me? I guess not everyone in New York is as bad as they seem. Thank you so much. You shouldn’t have. I should have paid closer attention to this.” He took the wallet out of my hands. He paused slightly, contemplating whether to check to see if all his money was still there.
“You’re welcome. It’s what I would have wanted some one to do for me.” I had been staring at his face, into his eyes. He was beautiful. I started blushing when I noticed him staring back at me with a crooked smile. “Well goodbye,” I muttered and turned to walk away.
“Miss … I never got your name.”
“Jen” I managed.
“I’m Cole.” He stuck out his hand. “I really can’t thank you enough. I’m guessing this wasn’t your stop?” I nodded; there were still a couple more stops before the block my apartment was on. “If you’re not in a hurry I’d like to take you out for coffee.”
“Oh no, that’s not necessary.”
“It’s not necessary, but it’s what I’m going to do. I insist. There is a small coffee shop just a few blocks down. There muffins are outrageous.”
“A blueberry muffin sound delicious right now. I can’t resist.” I smiled and we started down the street. Was this really happening? The most beautiful guy in the city was taking me out for coffee. Ah! I felt like I was in high school again. I had the biggest crush on him. I did not care how weird it was going out to coffee with a complete stranger. He could have been a serial killer or a terrorist. I did not care; he was perfect.
We walked three blocks down to a coffee shop. It was a small, quaint place. We sat down at a table near the window and watched people go by as we talked. We talked about everything: our families, where we were from, our favorite movies and music, the upcoming election. He was only a year older than me, and we graduated college the same year. He came to New York for college, and never left. He got a job as an accountant at the firm he has interned at. I saw our lives intertwining. It was love. We were perfect for each other. I could see he felt the same way too. Finding Cole was like finding the one puzzle piece out of the 999 others that fit into your side.
I had been waiting for the catch all day. Was he a serial killer, a terrorist? Was he married, gay? Nobody this handsome, nice, and funny should be single. After about three hours and four cups of chai tea it finally came.
He looked down at his watch. “Oh boy, it is four o’clock already!”
“Wow. I only thought it was around two. Good thing none of my plans today were solid.”
“Unfortunately mine are. Waiter?” He yelled across the room. He looked back down at me. He saw it in my face: my heartbreak. He sat back in his chair and relaxed. He looked me. His big, bright eyes looked as sad as mine. He mumbled something to himself. I sounded like it figures.
“What figures?” I asked. It came out very harsh sounding. I was pissed. How dare you take me out for a three hour coffee, allow me to decide that you are my soul mate, and then leave me here?
“Figures I would find the girl of my dreams the day I’m leaving the country.”
“Leaving the country?” My heart sank into my stomach.
“Jen my father passed away last week. I’m heading to France for his funeral.”
“When will you be back?”
“I’m not coming back. I’m moving there to help take care of my mother.” Take care of his mother. He was a saint too. I stared back at him speechless. “My plane leaves in three hours. I had planned to be at the airport by now.” There were still no words. Should I be angry and yell at him? Should I be sad and cry? Should I get on my knees and beg him to stay, or to at eat come back? The waitress came back over to our table and left the check. He took out the money from his wallet and put it with the check. “I wish I could stay. I never thought I would ever find someone like you. I can’t eave my mother like this. I have to get on that flight. I have to leave” I nodded in agreement. I couldn’t speak. “Come with me to the airport. Hell, come with me to France. I love you. I don’t care. This sounds crazy. Maybe I am crazy. How can you love some one after three hours. I don’t know, but I do. I don’t want to leave, but I can’t be selfish right now.” Still all I could do was nod.
Was I crazy? Was he crazy? What was going on? I could not let him leave, but how could I keep him from his mother. Who was I? I was a nice girl that brought his lost wallet to him. “This is an odd situation.” He looked at me in absolute agreement, and nodded. “We could pretend like we never meant. I can take you to the airport and I’ll walk you to the runway. You’ll leave and I’ll go back to my apartment like none of this ever happened. I think it has to be this way.” I saw the pain in his face, and I’m sure he saw it in mine. My voice quivered. This was the way it had to be, and we both new it. We left the coffee shop in silence and headed to the airport in silence. I waited with him and walked him to the gate. He kissed me on the cheek for the one and only time. I slipped my address in his pocket; he would find it eventually. I turned around to leave. I was heartbroken.
I could not believe what this day had turned into. I went from riding the subway back to my apartment to meeting the love of my life to watching him leave for France on a plane. Would he find my address and write me? Would I ever see him again? I left the airport and turned around to glance at the runway. I heard the sound of a plane taking off. It was the loudest, most heart-wrenching sound I’ve ever heard in my life. I plane had just taken off: his plane. I stared up and studied every part of the plane: its wings, its colors, the words on it, the number of windows there were. I finally peeled my eyes from the plane just as a small tear rolled down my check. He was gone.

SATs

So I'm online looking at stuff for college; mostly when other instant decision days are. It reminded me of an essay I wrote for english at the beginning of the year. It is about how ridiculous it is that college's weight SATs so heavily. I figured I'd put it up.

Worrying About SATs

Senior year is traditionally supposed to be easy and about having fun. You are supposed to take the minimum requirement of classes, and have a good time without completely screwing up your grades. I have worked my tail off for the past three years of high school and I have a very good GPA. I want to have a stress-free, relaxing year as a senior, but my SAT scores are not up to par with my grades. How can I not be stressed when I know that I am just 30 points away from a scholarship? My infatuation with a higher SAT score has taken too much time away from my schoolwork, and I know that I am not the only one.
It is baffling to me that a test that takes four hours would mean more to an admissions officer than a GPA that reflects three or four years (each year 180 days long) worth of tests, homework, and other projects’ averages. There are many students that are just not very good test takers. I have never been a great test taker. The four hour long SAT kills me because my attention span does not last for two hours, let alone four. Another reason tests are so difficult for me is because they are timed. There are many questions that I am sure after some time I would be able to answer correctly with no problem, but when sections are timed many of those questions have to be skipped. I have taken the SATs twice and the ACT once. On all three tests I had to leave at least the last eight answers on each section blank because I had not gotten to them yet.
This summer I sat down with the assistant director of admissions at the Ramapo College of New Jersey. We talked among other things about SATs. I mentioned to him that I was never a good test taker and that my SATs are not a reflection of the excellent student I am. His response was that colleges put weight on SAT scores because they are what affect the college’s rankings, and their president, faculty, and alumni pay attention to that.
The SATs do not affect all students negatively. In fact, they can help many students get into college. There are many students who slacked off during the first one or two years of high school so their GPA is not a reflection of their more recent school ethic. Those students may not normally be accepted with a low GPA, but if they have high standardized test scores they can get admitted into college. For this reason the submission of standardized test scores should be optional: not done away with, yet not the most important factor during the admissions process.
Change is long overdue. Colleges need to focus more on accepting hard working students and less on a four-digit number.

Around the Horn

I just got home from volleyball practice. Pretty much every weekday the tv in my living room is on. My dad always puts ESPN on to watch "Around the Horn" while he and my mom prepare dinner. It's a show where 4 or 5 sports people argue about certain things that happened or are going to happen in sports. The host gives and takes away points from them when they give good and bad answers. Gradually throughout the show people with the lowest points get eliminated and everyday there is a winner who gets to go on a 1 minute trade at the end of the show. There is one guy, Woody Paige, who is almost always on the show. He's really funny. He has a small blackboard behind him, on which he writes funny little saying. A lot of the time he changed the blackboard half way through the show. It's fun coming home and looking at what he wrote everyday. I was dissappointed when I got home and it said "decorate yourself from the insdie out." Just a second ago my dad yelled up the stairs to tell me he had changed it. Now it says "a critic is a leg-less man teaching running." I like that one. I envy funny people. I can be very funny at times, but I want to be very funny all the time. I can see why that would be annoying though, because people would have a hard time taking you serious. You should turn to ESPN tomorrow at 5 to see what his board says.

Rachel's Birthday Present

Today was a busy day. I had volleyball after school. We had gotten Monday and yesterday off since we do not have our first States game until next Thursday. I was getting used to coming home nice and early, even if it was only for two days. As soon as I got home today I went out to get some materials to make my friend a birthday present.
Rachel's birthday is on Friday, Halloween. Every year she has friends and family over before the parade and we all go sit with each other and watch the parade. I have been thinking so hard about what to get her. It seems that the older people get the harder it is to get them a present. I have a really good idea; I'm quite excited about it. I've made one of these for myself before, and it turned out great. I don't want to say what it is though. I doubt she'll find my blog in search for what I’m making her, but I’ll be on the safe side.
After I got home from getting the materials I ate and then had to be back at the school for a meeting to plan out the pep rally next week. Rachel was there and I told her I was making her a present. That scared her, mostly because of what I made her last year. Rachel's boyfriend Pete makes a face. He calls it "bunny face" and he absolutely hates it. At North's homecoming last year I took Pete aside so that I could take a picture of him making the face. I was not sure how I was going to use the picture until it got closer to Rachel’s birthday. I bought a pillow and the sheets to iron on pictures from your computer. I blew up the picture of Pete’s face to cover almost the entire side of the pillow. Pete thought the pillow was awesome, and Rachel could not deny it was pretty cool herself. I decided to take it easy on her this year. She'll like this. It's cute.

Halloween Costumes

I'm still a Twilight freak. I finished the third book, Eclipse, today and started the fourth, Breaking Dawn, already. I am not ashamed to admit it. These books are so good. Enough about them though.
We just got back from the consignment shop a little while ago. My sister hadn't even thought about Halloween or a costume yet. I hadn't even noticed it was so soon. We just went there to get some crazy ideas. Our trip reminded me of what I had been for Halloween. One of my favorite costumes was from fourth grade. I was an old lady for Halloween. I wore a pink dress with a ridiculous hat, and I carried around a cane. Here is a picture...

Some of my other costumes have included the pink power ranger, several different witches, a French maid, a zombie doctor, a punk rocker. I haven't gone trick or treating in the last couple of years. I remember last year had a State game for volleyball on trick or treat. We actually got back to Toms River pretty early. It was early enough that I could have met up with my friends to go trick or treating. My dad would not take me to Beachwood to meet up with them though. I ratted him out when my Mom got home. I still remember what she said to him, "You won't take her to go trick or treating. When is she gonna go? When she's 30?"
I got a kick out of that. I might actually dress up in school this year. I have a flapper dress that I bought to wear to Caitin Rys's sweet sixteen sophomore year. This Halloween stuff is exciting.

Twilight

I figured this would be an especially good topic to talk about because Jess and Amber are always mentioning this book in class. My sister started reading Twilight last Saturday. She's only in eighth grade and barely reads. I don't really read other than for school either. Well she finished it on Friday. My family had gone out for dinner and then to a haunted 6 acre corn maze. She finished the book before we even got to the restaurant. I had been meaning to read Twilight as soon as volleyball season was over and I had more time. I brought the book with me to dinner and started reading. At first there was nothing special about it, but something drew me in. I forced my parents to drive with a small light on in the back of our mini van so that i could read on the way to and from the corn maze. I got so wrapped up in the book. I kept reading when I came home. It was 2am before I checked the clock. I had a volleyball tournament that day so I made myself go to sleep. I brought the book with me to the tournament. The only thing that peeled me away from it was having to play the games. When I got home I stayed in my bed the whole night reading. I finally finished around 7pm. My mom had bought the second book, New Moon, for my sister so I snuck into her room and started reading the second book. On Sunday I went out and purchased the 3rd and 4th books, Eclipse and Breaking Dawn. I finished the 2nd book Sunday night and started reading the 3rd book after I decided I had down enough homework that I would be able to finish the rest of it in homeroom. These books are so good. I can't keep away from them. I'm already halfway threw the 3rd book. As soon as I came home today I wrote an essay for English so that I wouldn't have any other obligations tonight, and I could read. I'm really scared for when I finished the 4th book. I'm not going to know what to do with myself. I've been so busy in these past couple of months with volleyball and schoolwork and whatnot that it is so nice to be able to pry away some time and fill it with this wonderful fictional world. None of my words can do these books justice, so I won't even attempt. Go read them!

Blog Background

To personalize my blog a little more I have been looking for layouts. I have a myspace so I am pretty handy reguarding finding and changing layouts to fit my personality and page just right. I love my current myspace layout. What I love most about it is that I have tweekes the original so much that I know no one has something remotely similar. I'm so happy with it that any background I find for blogger that I moderately like does not seem good enough. I'll keep working on finding one, but it will probably take quite a while. If anyone knows some really awesome website to look at just send me a link.

Oops

Fun fact about this post. I just wrote about the entire post. It was pretty long because I went on a bit of a rant about the Jonas Brothers. As soon as I was finished I highlighted it all and went to copy it so i could look at it in Word. For some reason it wasn't working. So I tried to copy and paste it by holding down shift and C at the same time. I had to do the same thing last week with my other post. Well I guess I let go of the shift button before I pressed the C key because my entire post went away and was replaced by a single c. I'm still pretty mad. When silly stuff like that happens it just ruins your initiative to post a comment. I'm only writing a new post because I know I'm really behind with this blogging project.
I basically just talked about my love of music. Even though I don't play an instrument or sing I'm a music junkie. I like pretty much every single genre of music with the exception of country. I don't know what it is about county music that I find so bothersome, but there obviously is something about it. I have 35,171 songs on my iTunes. It's pretty crazy because I never know what to listen to. Lately I've been on a 90s kick. I'm listening to the Backstreet Boys right now, and I've been listening to a lot of Third Eye Blind this week. Talking about the Backstreet Boys got me started on bands that have no talent. Bands where people write their songs for them and all they have to do is sing those words into a microphone so that a producer can totally change the sound of their voice and throw in some digital sounds in the background.
I talked about how angry I was at the fact that the Jonas Brothers have been compared to The Beatles. No one will ever be on the same level that The Beatles are on. The Jonas Brothers have no real talent. They are funny looking and untalented. Ugh. I was angry when I was ranting about them before, and then I was even angrier because I lost my whole post, and now I'm getting angry thinking about them again. I think it’s best that I just quit. Ta ta.

Just An Update

I am really behind on my blog. I am really behind on life. I came down here doing lunch to do this. The librarians won't let me eat my turkey sandwich. I need to stop eating turkey sandwiches for lunch because they make me fall asleep during 5th period. Which is AP Calc, so that is not a good class to fall asleep in. I never have any time for myself anymore. Ahhhh! What do I do with my 24 hours each day? Well on weekdays 6 of it goes to school, 3 to 5 of it goes to volleyball (depending on whether we have a game or not), 1 of them go to eating breakfast and dinner, 7 of it goes to sleeping, 2 of it goes to showering and getting ready, and 3 of it goes to homework. My life is so crazy right now. I put in over 30 hours a week to volleyball. Our team is really good this year. Our record is 14 and 3. Our 3 losses were all to the same team, Southern. We made it to States. We really want to get seated high enough to host. Our Coach, Zuech, said he'll get a tattoo on his left thigh if we win. His right thigh is for a tattoo if his lacrosse team wins states.
Homecoming is tomorrow. I'm excited. I love my dress. It's black with a floral print. Here's the link: http://www.edressme.com/d939.html . I got really hot black heels too. They have a wedge heel, and I'm normal not a fan of wedge heels, but these are hot! I'll let you guys know how it goes. Hopefully I'll be able to keep up with blogging. That means my computer will stop acting like it is ten years old and start acting like it's only a year and a half old, which it is. It got really slow the beginning of the school year, but we had a family friend come over and do some stuff and it was working as fast as lightning. It's slow again. No one knows why. Maybe my little sister is going on sites and downloading stuff. We'll never know.

Not A Good Way To Start My Day

Yesterday were the PSATs at school. It is for sophomores and juniors and it is during the first couple of periods. Since freshmen and seniors do not have to take the PSATs we got to come in late. Homeroom for us started at 10:20. I started my morning at 6:30am, only an hour later than I normally get up. I was hoping I would get to sleep until at least 8am, but my sister woke me up getting ready for school. I made myself a huge breakfast of sausage, eggs, bacon, and pancakes. After I ate I got ready and then went downstairs to sit on the couch and do some homework. My dog Max was sitting on the couch next to me. He started rubbing the right side of is face against the couch furiously. He would stop and then start up again. The third time he did it I went over to him to rub his early and scratch his face for him because I thought he had an itch. He would not let me touch him, it was so odd. I sat back down and instead of doing my homework i watched him carefully. He kept rubbing his right side up against the couch. Then he got up of the couch and went into the kitchen. After 30 seconds he got back up and went to his bed. The he would go back up on the couch. He started breathing faster and heavier and he kept pacing all over the house. He started whining, and i got so worried. I called both of my parents who were at work and told them there was something wrong. Max is pretty old, and I was worried he was having an episode like my older dog did. Well my dad came home from work and looked at Max. He put a cleaner in Max's ear and after a little while he started to calm down. He is okay now, thank goodness. We think that since he was outside a bug crawled in his ear and Max either shook him out or the cleaner killed it. It was such a scary morning, but I went to school and the rest of my day was just peachy.

My First Blog

I've never had an interest in writing. It's hard for me to come up with ideas for stories, essays, poems, scripts, ect. I've also never kept a journal or a log of any kind. This year I decided to work on making myself a better writer by taking a creative writing class. For the class there is an all year project on blogging. Blogging is not something i'm particularly interested in, but i'm gonna give it a shot. So this is my blog.