Back (Again, this time from another place)

I just got back from my grandparents. I feel warm inside and out. And tired. I dunno why. I didnt sleep my best at my Grandparent's it was nice and cool in the basement. But I woke up in the middle of the night at least 3 times a night. I missed two weeks of church, which is kinda hard to believe. And I had the wildest dreams. It wasnt like my usual dreams. But lately they have been my usual dreams they were like scenes of my past, present, and future. It felt like a brick was squishing me one day. I didnt like it. My dreams are odd. And the scenes I see in the dreams are actually things that I think about or things that ave happened or maybe are going to happen. We saw a movie called "Click" last night it was pretty good. But it was a dream. And it reminded me of the dreams that I have. I sometimes think about what it'd be like to go to hell. Its worse than anything you can imagine and I can imagine awful things. And it wouldnt stop it wouldnt die off. You wouldnt die. It would just go on and on and on. Never ending torture. It'd be awful. And especially when you expect to end up in it.

Over and out.

Back

Back from camp. With actually some good food in my stomach. Still tired and scraped. And stuffed with i memories. I woke up and I thought I was at camp again. It was like one of those times when you wake up and you suddenly forget where you are. Some how I wish I was still at camp but I'm happy to be home too. Th . The water fights and capture the flag. I n the end if I had to choose which year was my favorite. I dont know if I could choose. Or otherwise I think this year was great. But for me was last year wasa fun too. But I ttth
think if I had to choose I would say this year. Last year was good because it was also my first year.

Over and out.

Hannah

hamsters.

We've had a series of hamsters in the house. Each died with in a few months! Avery's hamster lived for a long time. And so did Christina's. I've actually only had two. Well three. My first one was Scrubby :P, my dad brought him home for free. And after he died (not long after we got him) we buried him in the backyard and as I placed a rock over his grave... that was the end of Scrubby. (I was 4 or 5 then.) Then Hami came soon after. The little white hamster. Then we went on vacation and my grandparents had to look after him. The thing is Hami died while we we're away. And my grandparents had to go to the pet place and say do you have a white hamster?! And they did buthe was a tad bigger so when me and Luke came home we said; "Oh! They must have taken good care of him! Hami grew!"

cheerio

Hi.

Note to self: gotta post more.


Well, I think we are going to have chicken for dinner tonight. Seeing that it is sitting out on the table in front of me, I thought that. I think I should be more energectic, exercise more and drink more water. But now that I'm taking this medicine thing with every sip I drink. I barely drink water so I cant taste it. I think I'm orange-juice-aholic. I've drank wayy to much of it.

Oh! heres my kindergarten picture. Six people in that picture go to the LFAS now.
I think I'm going to major in Dance. And art will be my second art. Because I'm not musical in anyway, really. And I like drama but I dont really embrace it much. I'dlike to major in PE. I cant though:(

Track n field is fun! I want to back to it next year. I'm fixing on joining the Langley Mustangs so I can train and compete more. I really like running. In our school cafeteria there bringing in a soy milk vending machine and getting rid of pop! Soys like worse for than pop! Dumbos. And instead of chips and chocolate bars their going to have trail mix and nuts, dried fruit, stuff like that. That doesnt mind me as much. I dont mind trail mix. I dont like dried fruit. I do like nuts. But why would they bring nuts in, when so many students are alergic to them. My classroom is nut free.

D D D DANCE!!!

Hello fellow earthings.

Well my dance recitals went well. I' think I'll buy a DVD. I really wanted to see the other dances. And it'll be a good memory too. I dont think I told you how Track n field
went. It was great, till I ran. I sprinted the entire first lap around the track and by the half way point for the 2nd lap I was out. I felt like puking out everything inside me. Before I knew it I'd finished and was on the ground. I came in 7th place and I had started in 1st. I was 1st for the longest time. I was really disapointed because I am normally a really strong runner. Anyway, its starting to get hot an sunny again. Yeay!

Dance Recitals: THIS WEEKEND!!!

This weekend,
Theres dance recitals. I had a few people say they wanted to go. SO I was just giving a shout out to all those that want to come. Tickets can be bought at the studio. Call me to get the address for them. Its Sunday and Saturday, come either day. (if you're going to come) Anyway, the title of our dance is Pump It. Its the title of the first song. The coustumes our either yellow or green shirts with black pants. I'll be wearing the richest coloured green top so I stand out... a bit. Well anywhoo call me if ya want to come. The show is at my school. So ya get to see a bit of a even bigger part of my life too.

The summer time

I said that my favorite season was Summer. Now school is about to end and I'm starting' to think that my favorite season is Fall. Probably is. After all, when summer ends I dont usually like school. But I warm up to it... If I make it fun to myself.
Now school is going to end it a month. And I really dont want to go apart from everyone and everything that long. I'll get used to waking up really late in the mornings. And I might lose friends if being apart that long from all of them. I mean I hate getting all warmed up to something and then being taken away from it. And making another habit. And then back to the other one. So I really dont have a favorite.

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Hello everyone,

Can you see my new template?
I can only see it sometimes...

Emotions, tales, and thoughts of the day.

Well,

I said goodbye. But it wasn't the same to come home from school and not see Luke working on his homework. Track n field is next Thursday. I'm excited. I got in. To tell the truth I wasnt exactly suprised. I kinda knew I was going to get in.
Luke will be back on sunday. Its just the first day and I'm already catching myself saying or thinking; I wonder what Luke is doing right now. Right now he's probably in bed. I'm actually tired, really tired. I'm over tired. My mind is going crazy, I need to take a break from it.

L & O

Yes, Dave

This afternoon I did say I didnt have anything to say. But, I guess, tonight I do.



Luke is more than a brother to me. He's a friend. It's an odd relationship between us.
We're a lil' like the typical bro an' sis where we fight about everything. But its not like that... We fight very little except for the odd day.. :D. But we never have been separated, really we've been sent everywhere together. At school; I never talk to him.
But I know he's there. And after school, I try to spend as much time with him as possible. When we were about 7 we we're separated for the first time. Two weeks, he went to my grandparents in Oliver. When we were about to leave him behind I remember bawling and good ol' Luke was sent to get the tissues... I was gripping on to the kleenex box that my brother brought me the enter 4 and a half hour drive home.
Tomorrow he's leaving again. For his oddessey of the mind trip. He's team made it that far and they made enough money for them to go to Iowa for the finals. What a amazment it would be if they won! But their are so many winnners from all over the world. But it sounds like so much fun! And they'll have much time for other things, like shopping, I think Luke was planning on getting somethings for a few of his friends. Anywhoo, the point I'm trying to make is...

I'm really gonna miss you, Luke!

I love you,

Hannah

hmph

Now thats just not cool. I used to post all the time and then I took a break. And now everyone never checks my blog anymore!? Eyyyiiiiiiee! No point in posting now.
















Ugh.

Unique..eh?

After a full days work and many steps to success. Here we are. 10 eggs :D which are all very special in their own way...:D

School Assignment

On my spring break I was told I was going to Tofino with my grandparents. I wasn’t expecting to go to Tofino but plans change. What I did expect was to stay here and take a nice art class or something. But, this spring break I was going to Tofino. I wasn’t really looking forward to it, and then I was told I had to wear rubber boots. That didn’t help. But I was going. And that was that. So I packed and left. The ferry ride was okay; I played video games the whole time with my brother and by the time we ran out of money we were at Vancouver Island. The parking lot to the ferry was loud and dusty, you could hear peoples voices ring out, calling to each other. You could see into dusty car windows and see sleeping people waking up after a long nap. We got into our truck and we ditched the ferry. I’ll never be on this same ferry again, I thought. And we were gone.


Once we were in Tofino I was sure I was going to be sick. I must have eaten a buckets worth of Pringles and that sickened me. I got out of the big truck that had been pulling the RV the whole way up here. My legs had ached earlier today, but they still felt sore, but better. I stepped out onto the camping ground and decided to go check out my surroundings. I climbed down a wall that hung around behind our campsite and down in to the beach. The beach was long and thick. Watery sand clung together as you walked on it. The air smelled fresh, new and exciting. I ran on it. Just to get the last pains out of my legs. I went up to the waves, and they fell on me. I went back inside and was scolded for being silly and for getting wet. Still I liked the salty water and it was a beautiful feeling.

A few days went by like this and we had to leave this beach. So, we moved on to a new campground. I didn’t like the site of it at first, but it as soon as I got out of the truck. Something told me it was going to be great. So I took a walk down the path back toward the lodge and I found a swing set, the lame thing about it was it was only for 8 year olds. So, I decided to go see what the lodge was like. I went in and the Lady standing behind the counter asked me if she could help me and I answered, “No, but thanks. I’m just looking around.” And she replied, “Oh! Well, would you like to use the computer?” “You mean that one?” I pointed to the friendly looking machine standing over by the corner waiting for someone to approach it. “Yes.” “Ok, thanks.” I walked over to it. And wriggled the mouse to see the screen. “Now if you need any help getting on to it…” she trailed off and laughed as she saw me already online. “I’m okay, thanks,” I said and she smiled and walked away.

I stayed on the computer for a while and then my Grandma came and told me to go check out that great river. I thanked the woman behind the counter and left the lodge. I ran down to where my Grandma instructed me to go. And then ran down this load of stairs and found myself jumping off this dock type thing on to a pile of stand there was ankle deep water and copper stones underneath it coiling around little islands of sand. I liked it.

I saw my brother over on the next little island and I ran toward him. I saw that he had made some sort of a bridge out of a few loose branches that happened to float by. “Hi!” I waved over at him. I jumped that last way over to the island and there I was. “Hey,” Luke greeted me back. “You know what would be fun? Taking your shoes off.” I said I dropped to the ground and started to pull off my shoes and Luke looked at me blankly and said; “You shouldn’t do that. There’s like spiders in the sand and stuff.” “So?” I asked. I went over and sat on the bank of the island. I sat there for like 5 minutes and then Luke asked; “Do you wanna go back now?” “Sure.” I agreed and we made our way back up to the RV. We stepped in to the RV and Luke switched on the Television and I sat down and read my book. It seemed like hours went by. Before I knew it I had to go to my Grandparent’s friends. They had a monster of a house. It was unbelievable. The next day we left.



Back on the road, we traveled a few hours and we were in Victoria. Where I met my parents and it was time to go home.


Hannah Wildeman
Grade. 5

sane and organization

Well, here we are at..uh, whatever this campsite is called. I've been away since tuesday. The trip started as usual; on the road. And lead to the camping ground, Tofino, Long Beach. We left this morning sometime. The trip to this campsite which I will now decide to call 'Here', so the trip to Here was 3 hours but felt like 15 minutes, I guess thats the magic of a good book. We got here about a half an hour ago now. When we first got here I took a stroll up to the lodge and found about the lamest swing set to ever see the living day light. Luke liked it. And I found a computer in the lodge. The is more homey than I thought. When I first entered the Lodge I thought it was a cold hearted building. its really not. Theres a Tv and free coffee and a fire place and board games. And hehe the computer. Well I ought to go now.

-Red

Funny.

I don't know why I find this so funny. Its a fox. A ninja fox.... Hehe.

But these things pop up...

Usually whenever I hear somthing or go through a stage or somthing happens I get an image. Its very odd. For example when I was little and when I laughed so hard and so long that it felt like I ran out of laughs, it would remind me of an endless white fence. And when I was very little probably around 4 or 5, I am not sure what happened I may have fallen asleep or blanked out or went deep in thought but all these images and visions flashed through my mind. It was all deju vu and some of those visions happened a few years later. Sometimes things happen and I remember it and it feels like I have seen it before.
But I know I haven't. I find this very interesting. And it all happened back then. It seems like everything was created then.
Sometimes I forget what thought or situation matches the image then I have the situation and the image comes.
I have no idea if this is just me if its fate or everyone has this. But I get alot out of it. It seems to keep me sane.
Maybe its the only thing keeping me sane. But I just remember shutting my eyes and all this flashed through my head.
How did I do that? Then again I highly doubt I did it. It seems amazing. Then a few nights ago I had this dream and I wonder if it even was a dream. I think I entered someone elses body. I was living someone elses life I remember her small room on the edge of her house and looking out the window and seeing cars go by on the highway. I know this life was not mine. I do not know where this person lives. I am sure that this person is really out there in the world. It was like I was self projecting. When the soul leaves the body. It seems amazing, I must have been there a while because I remember going to bed and choosing clothes from the wardrobe and it was all different. I remember wearing a black shirt that was crochet with a black tank top underneath and jeans with sma dimond studs going down one leg. The room walls were painted red and she had a coat rack with hats and purses covering it. They were all spunky and different. I also remember wearing a lime green sparkly top. She seemed to have a funky sort of style. Laundry covered all sides of the small room. The bed had really pale white green sheets and white and red
pillow covers and randomly colored quilts. the room was small and oddly shaped and had windows on all the sides.
It seemed very mysterious. I remember looking in to the mirror a few times and seeing a girl with brown hair and brown eyes her hair was long and her face held a frown I wonder why I was frowning. I think she is really out there now, alive.
Last year I studied First Nations and the Navajo's. The Navajo's believe in self projecting any of the medicine men can do it and people can be gifted with it. It is when the soul leaves the body. I may have done it once. Or it was just a dream. But I do not want to think of it again. If by any chance I did self project I do not wish to let myself at it again.

Contest

Well, for a fact I don't know if I want to enter this contest. The orthodox youth is having a writting/arts contest.
My Mom says I should enter. But I don't know if I should. I know I probably won't win. I am not a very talented person.
But I would like to get others opinions on this.

This

This day. And these words I have spoken are now part of me and who I am.
They stick like bread dipped in ocean. And bite like a cold wave after jumping in.
I do not know what comes on the path before me. And what lies by my feet when I am in bed.
Someone could be watching me waiting to take my life away. It makes sense. But not enough. In every area or state I am in my life there is a feeling that I have sometimes in my mind and sometimes in my stomach. Sometimes its joyful or sometimes its melancholy. When I feel the earth has been swept beneath my feet I wish I could be someone else. But I can't. We are stuck with what comes out.

My Sanity

Today, started out like your typical Saturday. I woke up at 11 and turned on the radio. And after forcing myself to get out of bed, at last; I spat my hair out of my face and let the day soak in, let my body sink in to the mattress one more time I got up. I went over and put my house coat on wraping the belt in a tight knot I left my room went in to the kitchen to snag a peice of cake and milk. Good breakfast. Got eggs in it ;). After that I left my plate up by the sink and left the kitchen. I got myself ready for the day; Shower, running a comb through hair, wash face etc. Next I went to the sunroom and turned on the fire place. I then watched a movie with Luke and went on the computer. Then Mom came home and we went to a dance show at my school and I met up with some friends and I sat with them. And we laughed and had a great time. Then I we walked home and here I am sitting her typing...

A

A short post full of wisdom is better than a post long and full of gray.
And seeing your letters apear on the page instead of constantly trying and seeing nothing form. Frustration.
And looking in to the mirror and seeing that your hair hardly tangled at all durning the night is better than waking up and running your hand through your hair and feeling your hand stop in an instant and a hard pull on your hair.
And clicking the mouse on your computer and having it go right to the website you wanted is better than waiting for what seems like hours for it to go to the site.
And being covered in friends is better than be shuved off in to the sidelines wishing a bus would come and pick you up.
And jumping in to a lake and taking your sweet time to come up is better than dropping and feeling suck to the bottom.

RED

Whats does one do??

What does one do when they feel as though 2 evil walls are caveing in upon them. What does one do when their heart feels its going to gush out in pain. What does one do when tears are running down their face and you can't think clearly, nor see.
Whats does one do when their eyes hurt so much from been burnt with water. What does one do when their face is sticky and stained with tears.

There is no real answer to this, except; Believe.

take a deep breath

There is always someone there for us. Even if they are gone. And you can't see them. There is always someone there for us. Always. God may be in heaven, the kingdom above. But he is always there for us. You can't know without trying. You always have someone by your side, even if they're not by your side. Sort of like if you want a thought but then you may not want to want to have that thought. That person that is always by your side is Christ. He is our deep breath. When we breath in a deep breath we should be breathing knowledge and relaxation, calmness and beauty. Grace will always be with us, by our side.
When we breath we breath in bits of him. He is inside us. Healing and forgiving us. He is the one who makes the sun pour in to your room. And the one who makes the heavenly rain fall.
The one who is always there for us, even if you can't see it.
Take a breath right now and try.









He is.

a bubble

Gum:
Pink, round, cute, puffed. Floating in it own pretty way till it deflates.

B Bath:

Shinny, has its own glass of color. Everyone of those shimmys has its own shin and shim.


Balloon:

Jumpy. Very strong. Has a bold color and seems to stretch as far as life can take it.


sauce when is boils:

Glumpy, mashy, steaming. A bubble of taste. floats around ready to be consumed


chocolate:

hmm hmm! Yummyness before your eyes! glosty smashing popping right there. Makes you feel eager.

timers

Sometimes, sometimes things just happen slowly. And sometimes things happen fast as the beat of my heart thumps in your ear. As you pound hard on the ground with your feet as you run in a race time passes. If you are walking home and then you decide to go another way your life changed just then; if you went another way you could have had a whole different experience. Your life could have been different in that time. Yes, time is a awkward thing, we know that its movin and groovin and we can't keep up with it. It's too good a dancer to compete with. The air rings above us as time flys...

pure

As it glugs...

As the sun dropped down on Madi and I as we walked outside. During our break for lunch. Outside. Madi and I. Sun glugging down. Mooing upon us. I looked over at Madi and her face was obviously made of pure gold drops. The wind brushed past us cointaining twinkles of shine. The drops of gold on the caked dirt on the ground reminded me of mustard on burnt toast. THe sun glowed on us and kept us warm under its golden and soft blanket.

You can't give up...

You can't give up no matter how hard the world is crushing you between the rocks in the earth. Or how much the devil is knocking you down. Or how many times you want to kill. Or when you have such a dry throat you are suprised you are still alive and then you think God is saving me! God is watching over me. He always shall.. He always will.. He always is..
And you can't take it for granted even when you feel plum delightful and you are sitting by the fire reading the best book ever.
Or if you were in bed and sinking in to your matress and having the good reminder of: I don't have to get up till 3 if I want surounding you. You must keep your head straight and watch what is before you. But we know god it up there too...

Watching

For My Father

4 jobs:

1. A Student Of THe Langley Fine Arts School. Been one since Gr.1.

2. Picking up the dogs poo ;). Not pleasant.

3.Being good to the people I love. Which, pray for me; I am not the best at always.

4.Pretending...

4 movies I could watch over and over...

1. The Lord Of The Rings 1, 2, 3..
2. Charade
3. Napolean Dynimate
4. The Perfect Man

4 places i've lived:

1. Walnut Grove: Town House. Many awful dreams about dying there. Odd.
2. Walnut Grove: House House. Yes, The house house. MAny kids were there. Many. Yet, they just didn't except me.
3. I would have to say No Comment.
!
4. Fort Langley: Gorgeous. As my Dad said; Groovey.



4 albums:

1. Fiest (Sarah Harmer)
2. Sarah Harmer (You were here)
3. The Beatles
4. Nelly Fortardo
+ Many more...


4 fiction writers:

1. Judy Blume (sticks with the soul. All of her books)
2. C.S Lewis (Have to agree with Dad on this one:).)
3. Beverly Clearly (I quite enjoyed some of her books)
4. All of the traveling pants books!

4 poets:

I have read lots of poetry. But I can not name any of the poets I have read.

4 Playwriters:

Again Can't recall...


4 non-fiction writers:

Well;

The National Geographic Magazines. Maybe not a writer, yet there are many great stories in those that are non-fiction... Right?

Diary Of Ann Frank

The Dictionary

The Bible


4 heroes:

1. Jesus Christ
2. A Friend
3. Thought
4. Frodo and Sam

4 vacations:

1. Disney World 2004.

2.Echo Lake ( Wonder if The Dog was NAmed after it..)

3.Chaunagen LAke.

4. St. Arseny's Summer Camp

4 foods:

1. Meat Loaf

2. Speg ;)

3. Sausages From the Fort Langley Bakery

4. Chinese Food

4 places i'd rather be:

1. In Bed
2. Running
3. Alone
4. hanging out with friends

4 sites:

1. badgerbadgerbadger.com
2. JKrowling.com
3. Blogger.com ;) ;)
4. photobucket.com

4 bloggers to whom i'm passing this burden:

1. Ave
2. Mag
3. Gabe
4. Myn

When you have nothing to do sip peach juice

Wise advice?
I think so. In fact I am sipping peach juice right now. Not much of any information, but I do think it is very powerful; sipping peach juice, hmm. Brings beautiful thoughts :) mmm. I like having a spinning head. When I have nothing to do I like to let my mind spin and spin while I am consuming peach juice. Spinning. I have many thoughts. I think its amazing how everyone in this world has worries and thoughts and loved ones of their own. I like that alot. More than I like peach juice. The fruity colorful flavorful liquid bounces down my throat. Sort of feels like I am throwing myself in to an ocean. Apples are fun too. They are a fun fruit. I have so many reasons why, that I don't have any reasons at all. When I was little and Mom and I would go to chapters I would always like to touch the pink, smooth, heavy books. I still like the idea of them. That reminds me of peachs too. I have always thought of peachs to be spunky and fresh, fluffy at times. Then again they are a graceful fruit; which sounds very odd. A graceful fruit. hmm. Beautiful, spunky... Peaches. Fruit.

don't leave me...

She might leave me. I don't want her to.
It's Avery's birthday today. I am so happy for her. But it makes me sad.
I can't believe it. 13. No. It feels for me the trees are growing and i'm just the pond staying there. bubbling away.
Shr's growing up. I'm not. It feels so much like that some times. And it makes me cry. I feel awful when I do. Cause its so happy that she is growing up. I'd miss her by my side if she took off so far. It went from this:

4-6: We were always together. We would stay up till 2 when we were at each others house's. The New Years party that year we had a contest; whoever statyed up the latest won. We would keep ourselfs awake till talking about barbies *grin*. Ave won. =D

7-9= She would always have funny stories to tell. She would always keep me laughing and still does. She was almost perfect. No one is perfect. But it seemed like it. She is beautiful, Smart, Funny.


10-12= Always was there for me. I knew I could tell her anything. She was huggable and laughable. Still is. We talked and talked. We would goof off. We went through mess ups. And parties. Hard things, sad things, happy things.



I don't want to loose her.

To be a princess

When I was... Well every girl goes through the stage where she wants to be a princess more than anything else. Beautiful, Charming, and the long dresses. I used to always want to wear a dress and fancy shoes. Yep that was me. Not just me every little girl I know goes through that stage. Just like everyone goes through the cootie stage ;). You wanted to dance wear skirts and twirl and swirl. Have long cozy hair. And be a princess. Just be a princess. Twinkley eyed and bouncy personallity she is already her own princess inside she just can't see it. Then you grow a bit older and are not as graceful anymore. You like to wear dresses still but they get in the way with rolling in the mud. So you ditch the gowns and the princess that you were dreaming of and move on to pants, pink sweats and children's yoga pants. Then sweats aren't cool anymore when you hit middle school and you wear jeans and slacks and all the other pants you can think of, (still yoga and sweats do stick to the soul;). Yes it changes and the princess changes. But as soon as you choose your princess she'll always be there for you and look out for you, and accept you in every way.


No matter what you wear.

gym

I love gym.
And I love my big, huge gym class, so many people. Every class at gym we have to start at different bases and then we one of the instructors shouts out a counts down while we prepare are last preparations. And then we shoot out among the gym pounding the floor with our runners and bluring the room with our shorts. Each time we get to our starting point we grab a stick. That stands for a lap around the huge gym. When time is up you count out you sticks and you find out how many laps you ran. Today I did 15 laps. I hope to do more next time, thats not nearly enough for me, I know next time I can do more. I started out with 10 then I moved up to 11 and now I am 15! Yay! I was very proud but some people didn't believe me. But I know I did it.

Black

Why is that color so unlikeable?
I love that color in fact its my favorite color to wear. I'm no goth. But I do like darker colors, only because I hate drawing attention to myself. Black for a fact is a very nice color, there are many nice things that are blacl let me name a few;
The beautiful midnight sky, cozy cotton and wool sweaters, black kittens, black slacks, coffee without cream, dogs wet noses.And much much more! But black can be a scary color too, well, a unlikeable color anyway. But I don't even want to name things that are black unlikeable things cause most of those things are signs for evil. Lots of goths used to go to my school but all of them graduated. Which is odd it was like a whole grade of goths. I can't think of why people would want black lipstick but thats what they want, thats what they do.

9 days

Gosh only 9 more days till Avery Jordan's Birthday. She was born on the 29th of Janurary. I was born on the 29th also but in a different month. I believe Jonah is celebrating his birthday tonight as I type. Avery said she may not be having a party once again since her grades are not quite improved yet. She is disapointed about that, as she had to cancel her party last year. Well I just want to let everyone know, Ave's birthday is coming up.

Just be..

Just be who you think you are and maybe, just maybe, you might be excepted..

Summer

Let the sun beat down on to your mind and refelect a beam of gold on your chest.
Warm rain falls on to your bare arms and legs as you walk up the hill that seemed so heavy in winter. You let yourself fall on to the water as you stand on the dock let your body sink through the air till you soak in to the ocean and feel light and glowy. Sitting on the sand which seems beautifuly white and dull. Let yourself suck in to the sand and melt in to it by the sun. Let drops of sun tip and tap your face as you put on your cap. Feel the summer air woosh past you as you climb out of the pool and feel warm whirls of water as you jump back in, opening your eyes for a dash and see bubbles bubbling around you. open the front door and find the sun greeting yo to another summer day you walk up past the driveway and start with a slow to fast pace and then take off running down your street air running with you through your tee and past you and then another wall of fresh air fallows. Wear sneakers and sandals, and relax on the cloudy days and drink soft drinks. Walk through your block in shorts and feel wind sleep and sneak in to you. Just feel, Summer.








RED

no funky monkey for me:(

Not that I didn't get in I was supposed to try out today.
This morning I hadn't been feeling well, nor the day before today. Well math class came and it got much worse; my head ached and ached. Then my stomach flipped, the teacher excused me from class as I walked down the classroom everything seemed to spin and then everything went weird my friends sounded like elephants and I felt like I was gonna hurl so I walked as fast as I could to the bathroom it came up but I had to gulp it back down. I turned in to the office and asked for the phone I dialed my number as fast as possible feeling desperate, it was busy! I dialed my Mom's cell no answer! I dialed my grandparent's number no answer! I was gonna to die I thought; I'm going to die. Than I relaxed I leaned back on to the couch. I wanted to fall asleep. THan it csmp to me; I'm not going to try out. I can't be in the talent show...

from smart to stupid and stupid to smart

There are many smart things only stupid people would do. Say a stupid person is perchasing somthing at the store, the clerk asks for half of ten bucks please . Stupid person only has a ten dollar bill, stupid person takes out their ten dollar bill and happily rips it in half. Stupid person gives clerk half the ten dollar bill and smiles like they just did the most intellegent thing ever.
Now that person is just plain stupid, yet it was a smart idea. If I am not getting my point straight here is another example:
Stupid person's mother asks them a favor; "SP I want you mow the lawn today. Just half the grass though, I don't want it to be much too different". Stupid person is feeling quite lazy today. And understands his mother completly who would want all of their grass cut off? Stupid person mows the lawn but only half the yard. Just as she asked. stupid person olny mowed half the property. This person is stupid also. Yet not as stupid. He could have miss understood her. Very well, yet who could be so stupid to think somebody would want their lawn to be uneven?

Smart to stupid.

Stupid to smart.

Funky Monkey

The funky Monkey is coming up.

The Funky Monkey is a talent show that is at our school twice a year. I have been trying out since I was in grade 1.
I have always loved the funky monkey just because it gives everyone a chance to really show what they are in to. I was in the Funky Monkey in grade one and I danced to a song from Shrek with a group of friends and in grade 2 when me and the same group of buds tried out we were well awful but we got another chance and we were great! once again we made it in, we danced to soak up the sun by Sharol Crow. It was tons of fun, as the year before we had a theme; surfing. We made surf boards which most of my friends still have them after all these years. And we had jump ropes and sun screen, bathing suits on. Grade three I did not make it in. I forget what i tried to do though. In grade 4 I did not get in, I tried doing a dance routine with a frined and we weren't practiced up enough. Plus they thought the music was to long, or somthing of that sort long time ago and I dont quite remember. I think in grade 3 I tried making a fun dance full of action with a friend named Jada. But we forgot our music and we didn't move around alot.

Well I hope to make it in this year. I'll be sure to let you guys know how it went:D.

RED

rain

I love rain, when its in the summer I love it, warm air and cool rain pouring down your chest.
One of the most amazing experience I have had was to be able to run through the rain. Thats it, just romp and romp through the water that slides through the air and on to you. I want to dance inn the rain. And I don't care if I get phenomena because its a gift from god to have your dream come true. I just want to dance and run, and bounce and squeal with joy. Fall back and let the water bring you in to its world. Let your wet hair down and lean so far back that your head touches the wet ground, and you feel beautiful. Not because your wearing tons of makeup, not because you are wearing the latest style or the popular girl commented on your looks today. Because your you, because the wet outside of me becomes soft and lets the insides soak out of you.



RED

Wake up on a saturday night

When I wake up I feel different depending on where I am, if I am at camp I feel: Good more time to have a blast. Oh and not to mention 5 more minutes? If I am at home I feel: Nope this is a dream, I am not awake yet...back to sleep....*yawn*. If I am at a friends slumper party: Well lets just say nobody lets me sleep in *grr*. I hate waking up, I mean I guess I am sometimes happy, I don't want to sleep forever. I just want time to not worry just time to lie down, a break from the world. I am not like I am when I am writing it seems as though that person I am when I am sleeping comes alive and jumps out and shows that i am different in thw world. That may not make any sense to anyone but me... I hate waking up in the middle of the night now that kills. I can never get back to sleep. Well sometimes, happens alot when i am at a place besides home in the summer. Camp happened once or twice and then when I spent part of the summer at my grandparents I woke up in the night about three times I was there.
Sleeping is easy for me. i just have to choose the time to do it:)

Who said Girly was Bad

Everybody at my school doesn't want to be 'girly' or whatever their idea of girly is anyway.
What their idea of girly is I don't know, but I don't think it is very good anyway. If someone at my school was thought of as a 'girly-girl' they would immediately stand up for herself, many of the girls prove they are not girly in many different ways. They would say I take soccer oh and basketball too! Or they would say I am not! Or some people toss it right back and say well you are too! I remember years ago when Avery, Esme and I used to have li'l fights about that, one of us would bring up the subject when we were playing barbies and Avery would stand up right away knocking over the barbie house I had created and say: "I am a Tom-boy and you guys are Girly-girls!" Then esme would disagree right away and say: "But avery I am a tom-boy too." Then Avery would be like: "No, no your a girly-girl just like Hannah!" "Then i would start getting mad and be like: "How would you know which one I am!?" Avery would say "Because we are best friends! Do you think I would not know?!" then Esme would step in again and say: "Well I don't think I am a girly-girl!" Avery: "YES! you are! I am the only Tom-Boy here right now!"

And it would go on and on. I think its dumb now. Girly is cool, If you are a girl that is:D.
Pink, glitter, fancy, funky, spunky, cute. Girly. A skirt is so called girly.

Who cares?

Bring it on...

Have you ever been skipping through the radio and then you stop and there you have the perfect song, and from that moment on your always begging for the radio station to turn in on. Or the complete difference? Your skipping through the radio in your car and then you stop and you think What is this? Music? Ugh! Well both of them has happened to me:D
I think that it is part of going insane, some people think this is just a riot and you think DRY when you hear it. Insane I tell you.
I love being insane, insane. Hmmm good ol' insane. Most people think blue is cold and red stands for hot, I disagree labels ugh! ugh! ugh!! Who wants to label things. We are so labeled who ever thought of this!? I think you should label yourself, if you want to be labeled that is:D I hate being labeled well we are all labeled its life. *Sigh* Label Life, I don't want to be labled but I am. Labeled with an awful age labeled with a grade labeled with..oh so many things. Life just isn't worth it:D

Enjoy life, don't waste it on labels or "the friend/popular game".

RED

Swing...creeeeaaak...push...swing.....creeeeak...push..

Some one I know deep inside loves to swing.

She went up to the swing even though she knew her break would be over in a few minutes and mounted the swing and she pushed her chuck taylors in to the ground and threw her head back feeling the breeze flow through every hair on her skull. She felt god was with her. She knew god was with her. Every thing went silent except for her and the swing which sang: creak creak creak. And her sneakers pushing in to the ground. She reached back and ruffled her bun making all her hair fall out. She swung back and forth. She could feel all the air and magic in the world with her. She was a star of many stars but glowing through the glass. She let go of the swing and felt air push her back and forth. She stopped pushing against the ground and stopped to a tap. For those seconds it was as though she felt as though she was relaxed and floating.
Then she grunged her feet in to the ground again and flowed a few secounds again, glowing and flowing.
She tapped the ground once more before jump off the swing and landing...

That some one is me:).

Perfect

No perfect. No! No! No!
No one is perfect when will man kind get to know that!?
I just can't believe some people think and show that they are "perfect" no one is perfect.
No man is perfect I mean. God I think is perfect. Man is not perfect.

I hope some one realize this before the earth is dust.

OoBubblesOo

I think that bubbles are so cool:D
I mean they are ful of shine and color, and they make the coolest pop sound!
You can get them in flavor so they are edible. You can get them so they can't be popped.
I want a bubble machine. You could have it spin and spin and make bubbles. Fill your room with bubbles!
Bubbles are cool.

Tomorrow

Song lyrics
The sun'll come out
Tomorrow
Bet your bottom dollar
That tomorrow
There'll be sun

Just thinkin' about
Tomorrow
Clears away the cobwebs,
And the sorrow
'Til there's none

When I'm stuck with a day
That's gray,
And lonely,
I just stick out my chin
And grin,
And say,
Oh

The sun'll come out
Tomorrow
So ya gotta hang on
'Til tomorrow
Come what may

Tomorrow
Tomorrow
I love ya
Tomorrow

You're always
A day away

When I'm stuck with a day
That's gray,
And lonely,
I just stick out my chin,
and grin,
and say,
Oh

The sun'll come out
Tomorrow
So ya gotta hang on 'til
Tomorrow
Come what may

Tomorrow
Tomorrow
I love ya
Tomorrow

You're always
A day away

Tomorrow
Tomorrow
I love ya
Tomorrow

You're always
A day away

-FROM: Annie

Milk and a brownie

Milk and a brownie fit together just as well as a baby and a rattle do. A girl couldn't sleep, she got out of bed in her pajamas and socks and walked across the cold wood floor. She meets the ktchen in a instant and opens the fridge feeling the cold smooth breeze on her face. She looks around, nothing much. And takes a brownie out of the tin. She brings it slowly up to her lip and her front teeth bite in to the square of fudge. She craves another desire, milk. She opens the fridge again and takes out the milk, humming a tune she walks on her socked covered feet to the counter and takes a clear glass off the shelf. She pours the thick white drink in to the glass watching as it falls like a waterfall. She takes it satisfied and brings the brownie once again up to her lip to feed. She then walks to her room and sits down and drinks her milk, just a sip, but a big sip. Satisfied with the taste she eats the rest of her brownie in greed and drinkd her milk down to the bottom. With milk on her face and fudge free she walks on her socked covered feet once again to her computer. And writes a post about it.

Mom I know your not happy with me for eating in my bedroom but, no mess:)