British Bulldog

I wrote this one for English too, but it makes me laugh so I'm putting it here :)


And yes, this event was at The Queen's birthday party :)

We are standing in two lines on opposite sides of the churchyard. All listening intently for the next call. A number is yelled out. One person from each line darts to the center, aiming for the target. Scrambling, shuffling, dragging, tackle. People shout and jump, yelling out suggestions and acting like maniacs. The object makes it past a boundary line. They have won this round.

We realign and wait again, anxiously. Some praying their number isn’t called. Some like wildcats ready to pounce. I wait in fear that I’ll hear my number. Another number. Not mine, but I watch as another tackling ensues. This pattern continues. Sometimes we win, sometimes we lose.

Then that dreaded moment. My number is yelled, I reflexively jump to action. My team mate and I are against two from the other team. I quickly analyze my competition. The one person I can really play this game with. My own sister. I go for her. I soon realize being in the mess is just as bad as anticipating it, maybe worse. Talk about gnashing of teeth. No one is getting that object anywhere. And she bit me! Pretty soon more players are called in. This is insane. Shoving, rolling, blocking, so much confusion. I can’t even tell what’s happening. Then we stop, everyone panting. Someone succeeded. I’m too disoriented and out breath to tell who.

My Ocean

Something I wrote for English. And I really like it :)


I remember when I was there. In those fields we call innocence. I remember knowing nothing, but being too happy with smiles and laughter to care....

This building is so big! I don’t think I’ll ever be able to find my way around it on my own. And how am I supposed to get from the Seminary building to upper ‘A’ wing in seven minutes? I’m going to be doing a lot of running. Gosh there are so many people! Is it really possible to have someone within twelve inches of you wherever you turn? Lunch comes. Oh my goodness that is NOT a line, that’s a mosh pit. Does it ever end? Where does it go? And once I somehow acquire food, where do I sit? Where are my friends? It’s all so crowded.

It’s been a while. I feel more comfortable in this place now. I know where my classes are and the fastest ways to get to them so I don’t have to run. I know where my friends go so I can meet them between classes. I also know where I might chance to pass a certain someone in the hallway. But I always feel so small when I shyly wave and smile. After one of these moments I kick myself inside and wish I weren’t so silly. Imagine how I feel during the classes I have with this person. Shrinking for close to the entire hour and a half period. Probably reddening whenever he looks at me. I don’t know because I am too embarrassed. And yet I can’t stop smiling.
I went to a football game. I know, me - football? You wouldn’t think. Of course I didn’t go for the game. I don’t even know what’s happening on the field ninety-nine percent of the time. No, I went for my friends. The cheering and jumping, the blare of the winds and the rumble of the drum line... and those smiles. The ones that make me feel like I can fly, but cause me to want to hide away. I smile back of course, but then I shrink, noticeably. Behind my best friend. I’m squirmish, but very happy.

Life goes on. Homework, laughter, friends, smiles, blushing... I’ve probably never been happier. Then it happens. I don’t know exactly when or what precisely triggered it, but my field of innocence was blown away by winds of change. Perhaps it really began long ago when my parents separated. I wasn’t paying enough attention to my own feelings to know then. Maybe it was from learning about my friends stories. Maybe it was my own. Pages of my book that I will never forget. That friendship which taught me so much. It flamed and I was the happiest girl alive. I had never felt that kind of joy before. I felt my life was perfect. Sooner than one may think, that flame got snuffed out. Maybe that’s what changed me.

I began to feel numb. About my friends, my feelings, my conversations, about everything. Nothing seemed quite as real to me as it had before. I went to each class, not knowing how to react to things anymore. I payed no attention to the mosh-pit-lunch-line. It didn’t matter to me. I was too lost in my own thoughts. I still saw my friends in the hallway and greeted them. The numbness persisted.
As I began to regain consciousness and a feeling of reality in life, I came back a different person. More careful, more experienced. I know a lot of my squirmy shyness had left. I felt older. A few of my friends told me they could see a change. That snuffed out flame puffed ashes every once in a while, trying to rekindle. But only cooling itself even more with each puff. My river of life flowed on.
Soon, I not only achieved almost complete realness, my river became a bubbling brook. Splashing, twirling, rushing - it gave me excitement. But the water was different. Like my life had become almost new. I began to love life again. Soon that long lost flame began to spark anew too.
I cannot pinpoint exactly how it happened, or what did it. My field of happy innocence and naivety turned into an ocean of knowledge and pure joy. The winds of change create waves. At times my waters know how to still them. Other times, it lets them come, enjoying that swift excitement of motion. My ocean is so real, so full of life. I cannot help but immerse myself in it every moment.

Secret Keeper

Vivid shining silver eyes

Within her a secret lies

Or many secrets, great and small

She refuses to tell all

She knows all cares

All of feelings and scares

She can make a heart feel dark fright

Or turn on in it golden light

She's the one behind confusion of the mind

Every time it pleads "Oh heart, be kind"

When one doesn't understand, she's the one inside it

Though she'll never admit thereof or confide it

At times it seems she's taken control

Without her knowledge something may not feel whole

                                                                 Vivid shining silver eyes

Within her each secret lies

There must be something that can see through her glow

I've searched, but still

I do not know.

Ttj 

Twin

Crazy Loving Amazing Ironic
Random Ecstatic
I feel the static

She has many faces and many ways
Different feelings on different days
I see her and smile, for in her I find
Parts of myself, pieces of my mind

Her laugh has the brightness of the sun
Her eyes change blue gold green, they are emeralds
She smiles and shines for everyone
As our fast begun friendship unfolds

She knows how to love and how to care
She isn't kidding when saying" "For you I'll be there"
We are so much alike it boggles us both
And so the unwritten Soul Sister oath

A girl like a doe
You feel her vibe graceful and leaping when she's near
Maybe that's why this is so:
When I think of her name, always "Claire dear"

Crazy
Loving
Amazing
Ironic
Random
Ecstatic
I feel the static.

Ttj.

Blushing Smiles

So, I think I've figured out the person who makes me blush the most. Whenever I'm with this person, they always seem to find some way to make me squeemish. This person must really know what would do that, because some things that others get embarrassed about don't affect me... but pretty much any comment this person makes about me or something I did gets to me. Ok, so I'm pretty easily embarrassed, it's my shy side... but for some reason I'm always MORE shy and blushy when I'm around this person. Can anyone guess who it is?

My mom's best friend, Lo. (Oh and Pflower too)

Yep! I dunno how she does it, but it happens. Every time. Like tonight, oh gosh nevermind I'm not sayin'.

My mom says it's because I'm growing up, and they feel they can treat me like a 'contemporary'. Haha, right. I think by now they can just tell what I'd be embarrassed about, grab hold of it, and run. But maybe my madre has a point. Are Lo and Pflower treating me like they would one of their other gal friends? Maybe so. Does that lessen my chances of going red? Nope. Not in the slightest. Aaaand of course my mom goes along with it.
I do admit it makes me laugh... but in an "Oh my goodness gracious change of subject please" kind of way.

Muahaha says the spoon

That's right. A spoon. It's evil. It cut me. At first it didn't bleed, I was just surprised, then it DID start to bleed. And lucky for me, I got to file projects the next period. So, guess.. yeah I had to try my darndest not to touch any of the papers with my still semi bleeding fingertip.
My back has been hurting since the end of school yesterday
I'm pretty darn tuckered out.
BUT enough complaining. Life is actually really good :) Today was a fun day!
I discovered I have another laugh. It's... almost like a cackle, but not quite that evil. Haha :P Gordo was the first to say something after it blurted out, then others heard it and laughed. Oh, that's laugh number..... eight I believe.
It was pretty funny though :) I don't know if I can do it again :P

Layers

A game is less fun when you don't know the players
People are like flowers, layers and layers
Personality, favorites, jokes, a connection
All these things required for a true affection

I was confused but...

I understand now why it seemed just a game
Being unknown players made it... lame
Lame because it was missing a limb
Like strangers, playing on merely a whim

I thought the change was because you were bored
Thought my feelings you deemed ignored
What really happened became very clear
I know to you she feels more dear

I didn't get it but now I see
You know her better than you know me
That's why the switch. Why you felt inclined
It's a love of a different kind

I understand now why it didn't work out
I thank you, my friend, for giving me that shout
Here's the idea we both accept: Let's start over
This spark of good took no four leaf clover

A game is less fun when you don't know the players
People are like flowers, layers and layers

It'll all be ok! Just when I thought it was ending
Now truer smiles from this *better* befriending
So I'll say it once more, to you I'll always be grateful
For again giving me a way to make my heart full

I'm sorry for my previous harsh words
I was an ignorant chirping bird

A game is less fun when you don't know the players
People are like flowers, layers and layers

There's always more to people than what you first see
Finding out that "more" is how friendship is supposed to be

To the jelly! [Hey it actually rhymed this time.. haha :)]

Different Key

Things on those pages not said in a while
I go back and read them, they still make me smile
Memories etched in, now changed by the present
I remember the feelings. So much more than just pleasant.

I knew it would happen, things rearranged
Now my soul is finally changed!

So my heart went back, I promise I still care
And I wonder what feelings were really there...
But I wont sit in this emotion's cell
I'll break free! Things are going well.

Going back, my heart's song rewound
Except now it's in a different key
Oh, how it feels when you're his thoughts only sound
Feels like it's supposed to be...
But it doesn't last, and soon it all falls down!
Things change so quickly
Another pretty girls eyes
And you realize
It wasn't much more than a game
Still I'm glad I played
My happy heart he made
To sing

I don't need a hero, some super-flyer
I have friends who'll stay with me, they take me higher!
I'm happy for him when I see that smile
I hope he can stay that way for a while

Going back, my heart's song rewound
Except now it's in a different key
Oh, how it feels when you're his thoughts only sound
Feels like it's supposed to be...
But it doesn't last, and soon it all falls down!
Things change so quickly
Another pretty girls eyes
And you realize
It wasn't much more than a game
Still I'm glad I played
My happy heart he made
To sing

To the jelly!

The Tale of Lady Corin

My little cousin Sar told me a story. Actually, she told me a few stories and weaved them together somehow. But, I'm going to put down the biggest part of it. It was really, really funny. Sar is super cute! Hopefully I can remember enough to recount the cuteness.

First, I gotta show you what she can do. [Sar moves to the stairs and has her Masquerade barbie walk down them. Doing flips and such.] She can jump and step like this - barbie steps allll the way from the ground to the doorknob - but she always falls down if I don't hold on to her.

-I don't remember exactly what she said next, but it led to this:
Then she got turned into Lady Barbeque! She has this dress, and pink tights. But you can't take the pink tights off [Sar began to whisper] ***because they're painted!***
-Sar walked Lady Barbeque around for a bit, narrating.-
Then she was sitting like this -Sar helps the barbie sit, as well as barbies can.- at a ball. She got up and they called out "Laaady Barbeque!"
[Sar whispered again] ***but her name was really lady Corin!**
-Sar then brought Lady Barbeque-Corin back to the top of the stairs, set her down and:
Then she went down like this -Sar sat on the stairs and slid down, bouncing every other step. Once she got to the bottom of the stairs, she sang a song and did a little discoish dance. I wish I could remember the tune.
"Lady Barbeque!"
one step up
"Lady Corin!"
one step up
"Lady Barbeque!"
one step up
and on to the top of the stairs. I was smiling and laughing the whole time. It was great.
I apologize for not recounting all of the story.. a lot of it was rambling. Cute rambling, but I couldn't remember it all.