Today is just going to be a nice day to hang out, read, perhaps take a nice walk outside, and clean out our attic. Actually, I am quite looking forward to cleaning out the attic. Stored in there are tons of memories that may have been forgotten. Of course, we will be throwing a lot of stuff away, like the stuff we had when we were four years old. We don't really use those toys anymore. A lot of stuff that was in my room before I renovated is still in boxes in there. Hopefully it won't get too hot today, because that room can be like an oven!
There are a couple things I wish to find. All of them are things that my mom has told me about and said that they were probably in the attic somewhere. When I was little, I was able to do this pose with my leg that I can still sorta do now. Anyway, my aunt got me a little glass pink elephant that was doing the exact same pose. Since I was roughly two or three at the time, I would be likely to drop glass. So they put it somewhere in the attic. Another thing that I've been told is in the attic is a tabla. A tabla is a really cool drum that can be persuaded to make different sounds depending on the method you hit it and where on the head you hit it. I once heard it being played at a school drum demonstration of the different cultures of percussion. It has such a unique sound that is comforting to me. Mom also got a pair of drumsticks. I forgot what was so special about the drumsticks, but her friend had been going on and on about how great they were, so she bought them. Finally, I hope to find Mom's box of little animal figurines. I happen to collect them, and I would love it if I could find them. We won't get it all done today, so I may just find one of those things. I even know what kind of case the figurines are in, I think. I'm really excited to unearth memories that happened even before I was born. There's even a typewriter in there!
It's strange to think that it hasn't even been a year since my mother's death. I still don't know why I have to refrain from saying "death" and just resort to "that incident." Everyone knows that people don't really die. If you had one life to live, that would be a load of crap. This earth has lived too long to only allow us the single life that we seem to think we have. What I really hate about this whole thing is that I can't even talk about Mom, even though she was the greatest mom that I could have ever asked for. So whether you like it or not, I shall tell as many stories about my mom as I like. I want to. I want the world to know how great she was in her life here as my mother. She was wise, organized, and open. Her voice was always calm and soothing. She never raised her voice unless she was downstairs yelling for us to come from upstairs. It happened too fast.
It shouldn't have happened. I know that as much as the next person. It's the hospital that really got her. I know that. She was always so miserable in that place, no matter if it was the one in Marlboro or the one in Worcester. She hated it there because she was away from her husband, her kids, and her cats. She always said that when one of us were gone, even if we were just at a friend's house for the day, she said that the house never felt complete until we came back. It felt the same to me when Mom was in the hospital. You couldn't imagine all that worry I felt for her every second of the day. I absolutely loved those days when I would come home from school, all tired from the day's activities, and she would be home, awake, and watching TV. Those days, I was content. I found it so easy to connect to my true happiness.
Great, now this post has taken a weird turn. I would just like everyone to know that I do feel fine. Some might say that I am even happy. Content is still too strong of a word, and I don't know if I will ever get there, but that's okay. I like where I am at this moment. The morning is comfortably warm, quiet, and the birds are just waking up, which means they are very talkative. This morning feels perfect.
My next post is going to knock your socks off. In a "haha, this is so funny" kind of way.
Sunday, June 19, 2011
Saturday, June 18, 2011
My Favorite Poems
The title speaks for itself. Enjoy!
Rapt in a Revery by Henry David Thoreau
I sat in my sunny doorway from sunrise till noon, rapt in a revery, amidst the pines and hickories and sumachs, in undisturbed solitude and stillness, while the birds sing around or flitted noiseless through the house, until by the sun falling in at my west window, or the noise of some traveller's wagon on the distant roadway, I was reminded of the lapse of time.
We can never have enough of Nature.
Oranges by Gary Soto
The first time I walked
With a girl I was twelve,
Cold, and weighted down
With two oranges in my jacket.
December. Frost cracking
Beneath my steps, my breath
Before me, then gone,
As I walked toward
Her house, the one whose
Porch light burned yellow
Night and day, in any weather,
A dog barked at me, until
She came out pulling
At her gloves, face bright
With rouge. I smiled,
touched her shoulder, and led
Her down the street, across
A used car lot and a line
Of newly planted trees,
Until we were breathing
Before a drugstore. We
Entered, the tiny bell
Bringing a saleslady
Down a narrow aisle of goods.
I turned to the candies
Tiered like bleachers,
And asked what she wanted.
Light in her eyes, a smile
Starting at the corners
Of her mouth. I fingered
A nickel in my pocket,
And when she lifted a chocolate
That cost a dime,
I didn't say anything.
I took the nickel from
My pocket, then an orange
And set them down quietly on
the counter. When I looked up,
the lady's eyes met mine,
And held them, knowing
Very well what it was all
About.
Outside,
A few cars hissing past,
Fog hanging like old
Coats between the trees.
I took my girl's hand
In mine for two blocks,
Then released it to let
Her unwrap the chocolate.
I peeled my orange
That was so bright against
The gray of December
That, from some distance,
Someone might have thought
I was making a fire in my hands.
Leap Before You Look by W.H. Auden
The sense of danger must not disappear:
The way is certainly both short and steep,
However gradual it looks from here;
Look if you like, but you will have to leap
Tough-minded men get mushy in their sleep
And break the by-laws any fool can keep;
It is not the convention but the fear
That has the tendency to disappear.
The worried efforts of the busy heap
the dirt, the imprecision, and the beer
Produce a few smart wisecracks every year;
Laugh if you can, but you will have to leap.
The clothes that are considered right to wear
Will not be either sensible or cheap,
So long as we consent to live like sheep
And never mention those who disappear.
Much can be said for social savoir-faire,
But to rejoice when no one else is there
Is even harder than it is to weep;
No one is watching, but you have to leap.
A solitude ten thousand fathoms deep
Sustains the bed on which we lie, my dear;
Although I love you, you will have to leap;
Our dream of safety has to disappear.
Gone From My Sight by Henry Van Dyke
I am standing upon the seashore. A ship
spreads her white sails to the ocean.
She is an object of beauty and strength.
I stand and watch her until at length she
hangs like a speck of white cloud just
where the sea and sky come to mingle
with each other.
Then someone at my side says:
"There, she is gone!"
"Gone where?"
Gone from my sight. That is all.
her diminished size is in me, not in her.
And just at the moment when someone
at my side says: "There, she is gone!"
there are other eyes watching her
coming, and other voices ready to take up the glad shout:
"Here she comes!"
And that is dying.
So those are the poems that I have so far. I may come up with more in the future. I would like to thank my 6th and 7th grade English teachers for showing our class some poetry. I have always loved poetry and the many depths behind the words that are written.
Rapt in a Revery by Henry David Thoreau
I sat in my sunny doorway from sunrise till noon, rapt in a revery, amidst the pines and hickories and sumachs, in undisturbed solitude and stillness, while the birds sing around or flitted noiseless through the house, until by the sun falling in at my west window, or the noise of some traveller's wagon on the distant roadway, I was reminded of the lapse of time.
We can never have enough of Nature.
Oranges by Gary Soto
The first time I walked
With a girl I was twelve,
Cold, and weighted down
With two oranges in my jacket.
December. Frost cracking
Beneath my steps, my breath
Before me, then gone,
As I walked toward
Her house, the one whose
Porch light burned yellow
Night and day, in any weather,
A dog barked at me, until
She came out pulling
At her gloves, face bright
With rouge. I smiled,
touched her shoulder, and led
Her down the street, across
A used car lot and a line
Of newly planted trees,
Until we were breathing
Before a drugstore. We
Entered, the tiny bell
Bringing a saleslady
Down a narrow aisle of goods.
I turned to the candies
Tiered like bleachers,
And asked what she wanted.
Light in her eyes, a smile
Starting at the corners
Of her mouth. I fingered
A nickel in my pocket,
And when she lifted a chocolate
That cost a dime,
I didn't say anything.
I took the nickel from
My pocket, then an orange
And set them down quietly on
the counter. When I looked up,
the lady's eyes met mine,
And held them, knowing
Very well what it was all
About.
Outside,
A few cars hissing past,
Fog hanging like old
Coats between the trees.
I took my girl's hand
In mine for two blocks,
Then released it to let
Her unwrap the chocolate.
I peeled my orange
That was so bright against
The gray of December
That, from some distance,
Someone might have thought
I was making a fire in my hands.
Leap Before You Look by W.H. Auden
The sense of danger must not disappear:
The way is certainly both short and steep,
However gradual it looks from here;
Look if you like, but you will have to leap
Tough-minded men get mushy in their sleep
And break the by-laws any fool can keep;
It is not the convention but the fear
That has the tendency to disappear.
The worried efforts of the busy heap
the dirt, the imprecision, and the beer
Produce a few smart wisecracks every year;
Laugh if you can, but you will have to leap.
The clothes that are considered right to wear
Will not be either sensible or cheap,
So long as we consent to live like sheep
And never mention those who disappear.
Much can be said for social savoir-faire,
But to rejoice when no one else is there
Is even harder than it is to weep;
No one is watching, but you have to leap.
A solitude ten thousand fathoms deep
Sustains the bed on which we lie, my dear;
Although I love you, you will have to leap;
Our dream of safety has to disappear.
Gone From My Sight by Henry Van Dyke
I am standing upon the seashore. A ship
spreads her white sails to the ocean.
She is an object of beauty and strength.
I stand and watch her until at length she
hangs like a speck of white cloud just
where the sea and sky come to mingle
with each other.
Then someone at my side says:
"There, she is gone!"
"Gone where?"
Gone from my sight. That is all.
her diminished size is in me, not in her.
And just at the moment when someone
at my side says: "There, she is gone!"
there are other eyes watching her
coming, and other voices ready to take up the glad shout:
"Here she comes!"
And that is dying.
So those are the poems that I have so far. I may come up with more in the future. I would like to thank my 6th and 7th grade English teachers for showing our class some poetry. I have always loved poetry and the many depths behind the words that are written.
On This Beautiful Day
On this wonderful morning, my dad and I drove down to Gates Pond and went for a walk around the trail that traced the outskirts of the pond. Just taking a walk in the morning can be hugely beneficial, I had come to find out today. It seems like as you walk, all this negativity is being lifted from your body, and you are left feeling content... although you also feel sweaty from all the walking.
This was the first day that we decided to walk at Gates Pond. Taylor and I had piano lessons every Saturday in Bolton, MA. Our piano teacher. Mrs. Eleanor Toth, lives across the street from a lovely walking trail. It surrounds three little lakes. In the fall, the trees are absolutely gorgeous! When I am having my lesson, Taylor and Dad go for a walk until my lesson is done. Then, Taylor has his lesson and Dad and I go for the same walk. Dad gets a lot of exercise, and he has told me that he has more energy when he plays tennis the next day with Neil. I am done with piano for the summer, so we decided to walk around Gates Pond on Saturdays.
These walks give me a chance to really talk to my dad. It's a connection that we have that I can't really find any other time. It might have something to do with the nature around us, or the walk itself. Either way, it's nice.
On this walk, I brought up the subject of our half birthday. You see, since my birthday is in December, a lot of people are away on Christmas break, so I never really get a chance to celebrate my birthday with anyone other than my dad and my grandparents. All my other friends get a birthday party where their friends come and they get red velvet cake and ice cream with fresh strawberries all topped with whipped cream (Yum! My favorite). So my dad came up with the idea that we could celebrate on our half birthday. I still don't completely understand what he means, since he doesn't say it's a party. He told me that it was just a day that gave us a chance to get presents other than in December. Now, I would love to have a party, or I would feel pretty strange about just having presents, and then the day continues. I managed to bring up the subject of turning it into a party. He asked me what I would want to do, and for that, I had no idea. He thought about taking us to this place that he once had a work party at. It has miniature golf, an outdoor picnic area covered by canopies, and a driving range. As much fun as I had that day, it was mostly because Alex and I found a couple of badminton racquets in the grass and started a little tournament. Besides, I don't think a lot of my friends would enjoy golf all day. I thought that maybe we could do something like go-carting. I did it once, and I had a blast! It's a lot of fun when you have fast cars. Then there is an thrill to the whole thing. If the cars just go slowly, then that's just no fun, even if you are allowed to slam into people. I like that idea, and I just need to know if my friends do too. Then I have to ask my dad how many of them I can invite in the first place. I do hope it turns into a birthday party, I had to skip mine last year.
Oh, my cat is giving me that look that says, "snuggle me!" I must go.
This was the first day that we decided to walk at Gates Pond. Taylor and I had piano lessons every Saturday in Bolton, MA. Our piano teacher. Mrs. Eleanor Toth, lives across the street from a lovely walking trail. It surrounds three little lakes. In the fall, the trees are absolutely gorgeous! When I am having my lesson, Taylor and Dad go for a walk until my lesson is done. Then, Taylor has his lesson and Dad and I go for the same walk. Dad gets a lot of exercise, and he has told me that he has more energy when he plays tennis the next day with Neil. I am done with piano for the summer, so we decided to walk around Gates Pond on Saturdays.
These walks give me a chance to really talk to my dad. It's a connection that we have that I can't really find any other time. It might have something to do with the nature around us, or the walk itself. Either way, it's nice.
On this walk, I brought up the subject of our half birthday. You see, since my birthday is in December, a lot of people are away on Christmas break, so I never really get a chance to celebrate my birthday with anyone other than my dad and my grandparents. All my other friends get a birthday party where their friends come and they get red velvet cake and ice cream with fresh strawberries all topped with whipped cream (Yum! My favorite). So my dad came up with the idea that we could celebrate on our half birthday. I still don't completely understand what he means, since he doesn't say it's a party. He told me that it was just a day that gave us a chance to get presents other than in December. Now, I would love to have a party, or I would feel pretty strange about just having presents, and then the day continues. I managed to bring up the subject of turning it into a party. He asked me what I would want to do, and for that, I had no idea. He thought about taking us to this place that he once had a work party at. It has miniature golf, an outdoor picnic area covered by canopies, and a driving range. As much fun as I had that day, it was mostly because Alex and I found a couple of badminton racquets in the grass and started a little tournament. Besides, I don't think a lot of my friends would enjoy golf all day. I thought that maybe we could do something like go-carting. I did it once, and I had a blast! It's a lot of fun when you have fast cars. Then there is an thrill to the whole thing. If the cars just go slowly, then that's just no fun, even if you are allowed to slam into people. I like that idea, and I just need to know if my friends do too. Then I have to ask my dad how many of them I can invite in the first place. I do hope it turns into a birthday party, I had to skip mine last year.
Oh, my cat is giving me that look that says, "snuggle me!" I must go.
Friday, June 17, 2011
The 8th Grade Odyssey Dance
We had our 8th grade dance last Friday. And it so happens that it was also on a boat! I had never been on a boat before that night, so I was very excited!
Around 5:00 pm, the eighth grade students all met in the front of the school to wait for the buses that would bring us to The Odyssey (which was the name of the boat). The day was full of the sun shining and a comfortable warmth in the air. There is a picture of me standing with my brother Taylor and two of my friends, Jessica and Nadia. It's my new facebook profile picture now! I will put it on here if I can figure out how.
Around 5:00 pm, the eighth grade students all met in the front of the school to wait for the buses that would bring us to The Odyssey (which was the name of the boat). The day was full of the sun shining and a comfortable warmth in the air. There is a picture of me standing with my brother Taylor and two of my friends, Jessica and Nadia. It's my new facebook profile picture now! I will put it on here if I can figure out how.
Hey, look! I successfully put a picture on here just by clicking some random buttons! I can't believe it worked! So anyway, from left to right it goes: Taylor, Nadia, Me (Katie), and Jessica.
That night, I had a tremendous amount of fun! I was all the great people I have met over the years, and even over this past year. Thinking back on the dance makes me reflect on my entire year as an 8th grader. Sure, there were some rough patches. In my case, a few rough patches and one great big one, but the point still stands.
But, I digress, you don't want to hear about me talk about all the sad things in my 8th grade year, do you? That was rhetorical. It doesn't matter whether or not you wanna hear them. I don't wanna reflect on them, so you won't.
The Odyssey was a great boat. The teachers made it sound smaller than it actually was. We walked in to a nicely decorated room with a small wooden dance floor in the middle of the carpet. The DJ was behind a nice little booth where he could easily interact with everyone else. There was a bar that served Sprite, Coke, and Shirley Temples. The food was absolutely splendid! What more could you ask for?
As everyone knows, or at least should know, I absolutely LOVE food!!!! There is never a moment in my life when I cannot eat. Y'know, unless I'm already full. I'm actually thinking of becoming a chef. I'm not sure what kind just yet. My cousin (second cousin, cousin once removed, whatever) works as a private chef and a caterer. I know that as fun as catering seems, it would not be the job for me. I want to be able to spend my nights and weekends sleeping or reading or just spending it doing whatever I want! I wouldn't be able to do that if I had to serve parties all the time. Being a private chef would be so much fun! The only downside that I can see is that I wouldn't be able to work with anyone in the same field. Being a private chef involves going to people's houses and making future meals for them that they can easily just reheat and put on the table in seconds. It's really only a one person job. I could be wrong, afterall, I did only shadow for one day. I will just have to wait and see.
Oh! Writing about my future job just gave me so many ideas to write about! You may never get to hear about the dance! I would love to tell you, but this stuff just has to be said first.
In the future, I would love to work in a small job in the food industry before making any career moves. I thought that working at a place like Panera Bread would be extrordinary! There aren't really any waiters or waitresses there, so I don't really know what I would do, but I'm sure the great Universe will line it up for me somehow. All I have to do is think of how wonderful it would be to work in a place like that, where there is always food cooking, and you can walk in to the fresh smell of baking bread. There are delicious goodies all around you, and I could probably eat there whenever I like, using my employee discount of course. Oh Universe, I would like that very much. Line it up for me, won't you?
Now! Back to the dance!
In the beginning, nobody really moved at all. We just sat at our tables and drank our drinks. Finally, a song by the name of Friday came on the speakers. It had been requested by Andrew Nugent. You see, everyone really detests that song, since it consists of really, well, stupid lyrics and one note that just keeps being repeated. The artist, although the name escapes me, got a recording contract as a birthday present, and somehow, that was the only song that she could come up with. It seems to me that the song is so bad, you can't help liking it, if that makes any sense at all. It doesn't? Well, that's your loss, because I can't make sense of it either.
So anyway, Nugent goes up to the dance floor and does this little dance. It was hilarious. He is a lot like the seniors that we have at our school. His humor is a lot better than the jokes that a lot of the kids put out at our age. More mature, you could say. Yes, Shannon, if you are reading this, I am in fact talking about your brother (duh, I said "Nugent"). If you are, I would just like to say one thing: Yay!!! You read my blog!!!! That is all.
After that song was over, more people got onto the dance floor until the small little platform was filled. I even did a little dancing. I was already wiped out when I looked outside and realized that we hadn't even started moving yet. I decided to get another Shirley Temple (man, those are good), and sit down for a little while. My friend Anna sat down with me. The DJ made a few announcements about a sign up for karaoke. My friend had signed up for a song, and it sounded like a lot of fun. After thinking it through for a few seconds, I decided to sign up. I also got Anna to sign up too, although I forget what song she sang. I sang My Immortal by Evanescense. It is a pretty advanced song to sing that involves using a lot of voice. I couldn't really hear myself, so I couldn't tell how I did exactly, but many people came up to me to tell me how great my singing was, so I bet it sounded fine. Anna sounded great! She really did! I'm not just saying that since she has access to my blog, she really sounded great! I'm so glad that she got up there and sang, even though she was as nervous as I was, if not more.
I have this one teacher, Mr. Kelley, who is my history teacher. Everyone that knows him can say that he has a comfort zone, and clearly likes to stay in it. He didn't do any dancing as far as I could see. The only time he did any movement other than walking was when "I've Got a Feeling" by the Blackeyed Peas came on and us students surrounded him. A few grabbed his arms and made him fist pump. That was as far out of his comfort zone as he got that night. We asked him to do some karaoke, and instead, he went out on the deck to get away from the pestering. All the same, I hope he had fun. He lives close to the Boston Harbor, so he walked back to the train stationa and went home from there when the night was over. On the upcoming Monday, he told us that when he was at the train station, some guy came hobbling out of a bar and grabbed his tie. The guy said with slurred speech, "Nice tie, can I have it?" Mr. Kelley said something along the lines of "No, get away from me." He told us that the guy looked so sad that he almost gave him the tie. The man clumsily walked away. The way Mr. Kelley told it, we all cracked up. He has changed a lot over the course of the year. I could tell that he was nervous about teaching us. It's his first year teaching at Hudson. He had no idea how crazy we could all be. As the days turned into weeks, which then turned into months, Mr. Kelley became more comfortable with all of us. My friend Amanda began to record all the funny things that Mr. Kelley has said. We call them "Kelley Quotes." We have told him about it, so he knows exactly what we are doing.
Congradulations if you have read up to this point. You are truly interested in what I have to say, and for that, I am grateful. But I'm not done talking yet!
Tonight, on June 17, 2011, The middle school that I went to is having their Semi Dance. I don't know why it's called a Semi, but it is. I have a friend named Alyssa who is one year younger than me. Either that, or she stayed back for one year, I'm not really sure which. Either way, she is currently in 7th grade. I implored her that she go to her dance regardless of whether or not anyone asks her. It's always nice to be asked, but she should have a good time either way. I'm not sure whether or not she took my advice. I sure hope she did. I just know that she is going to have such a fun time. I never got asked to either one of my school dances, but I still went and had a blast!
As much as I didn't believe it at first, I am going to miss 8th grade.
Thursday, June 2, 2011
Warning
I've been home from school for two days now. Today has just begun, so I can't say much about that. Yesterday had a few interesting events fortunately. Around two o'clock, my dad called me to tell me that there was a tornado watch going on in Massachusetts. Nothing to worry about, just to make sure that if it starts raining, I should make sure all the windows are closed. Then he added that if I heard anything that sounded like a train was coming, I should get down in the basement. That part kind of scared me, but at the same time, I thought it would be very cool if that happened.
After that conversation, I went upstairs to go get some more sleep. I was woken up by the sound of thunder in the distance. it didn't begin raining until after I had dinner. When I went on Facebook, everybody's posts had to do with the tornado warning. As far as I know, five people died from the whole thing. I saw videos of people's houses pretty much knocked to the ground on the news. Normally, I don't really ever watch the news. Other than the weather, they always show the negative things going on in the world. Something that I heard was that if they were to show everything that ever went on in the world, the positive would trump the negative. Every single time.
I don't know if you know this, but it's actually really hard to come up with good ideas to write about in a blog. I keep changing the subject, and if I wait too long, I forget what I was typing about. Like just now. I had a sentence planned, went to the bathroom, and forgot what it was. Maybe it's my sickness. Ah well, I should get some sleep.
I'll blog again soon!
After that conversation, I went upstairs to go get some more sleep. I was woken up by the sound of thunder in the distance. it didn't begin raining until after I had dinner. When I went on Facebook, everybody's posts had to do with the tornado warning. As far as I know, five people died from the whole thing. I saw videos of people's houses pretty much knocked to the ground on the news. Normally, I don't really ever watch the news. Other than the weather, they always show the negative things going on in the world. Something that I heard was that if they were to show everything that ever went on in the world, the positive would trump the negative. Every single time.
I don't know if you know this, but it's actually really hard to come up with good ideas to write about in a blog. I keep changing the subject, and if I wait too long, I forget what I was typing about. Like just now. I had a sentence planned, went to the bathroom, and forgot what it was. Maybe it's my sickness. Ah well, I should get some sleep.
I'll blog again soon!
Monday, May 30, 2011
My Plans For The Day
Guess what guess what guess what!!!!!
Oh, you don't feel like guessing?
Ok, I will just tell you!!!
Today, I have a wonderfully exciting day planned! First of all, happy Memorial Day. I hope the bands are surviving the march. It sure is difficult to march with a snare drum strapped to your chest. I know, I have gone through it myself. Still, I do love getting out there, standing up straight and professional-like, and performing, where people have crowded around to watch YOU play your music. It's a wonderful and slightly embarrassing feeling. It's too bad that I will not be going this year. I wish them a wonderful time.
In about 2 weeks, on June 10, the 8th grade is having a dance! On a cruise ship! That actually moves!!! Ok, it might be a little smaller than a cruise ship, but either way, it's on a boat, which is still a first for me. That's right. I have never been on a boat before. Once, I did ride a ferry to San Francisco when I was in California, but that's it.
So, of course, for the dance, I am going to need a dress (which I have) and shoes and maybe a sweater (which I don't yet have). My plan is to go with my friend Jessica to the mall where we will buy shoes. We have actually been planning this for some time, but plans always got in the way. Hopefully today works out perfectly!!
Once that is all over, I will be going BACK to the mall, to this store called Icing, and I will be getting my ears pierced.
Again.
Only this time, it will be right next to the piercing that is already there, if you have any idea what I mean. I always thought it was a pretty look and when Jessica got it, I just absolutely loved it. The moment I said "I want one," I felt this great burst of excitement. So exciting that I can't even wait until next weekend! I have to do it TODAY!!! It is such a wonderful feeling!
So yeah, that's what my plans are for today.
Oh, you don't feel like guessing?
Ok, I will just tell you!!!
Today, I have a wonderfully exciting day planned! First of all, happy Memorial Day. I hope the bands are surviving the march. It sure is difficult to march with a snare drum strapped to your chest. I know, I have gone through it myself. Still, I do love getting out there, standing up straight and professional-like, and performing, where people have crowded around to watch YOU play your music. It's a wonderful and slightly embarrassing feeling. It's too bad that I will not be going this year. I wish them a wonderful time.
In about 2 weeks, on June 10, the 8th grade is having a dance! On a cruise ship! That actually moves!!! Ok, it might be a little smaller than a cruise ship, but either way, it's on a boat, which is still a first for me. That's right. I have never been on a boat before. Once, I did ride a ferry to San Francisco when I was in California, but that's it.
So, of course, for the dance, I am going to need a dress (which I have) and shoes and maybe a sweater (which I don't yet have). My plan is to go with my friend Jessica to the mall where we will buy shoes. We have actually been planning this for some time, but plans always got in the way. Hopefully today works out perfectly!!
Once that is all over, I will be going BACK to the mall, to this store called Icing, and I will be getting my ears pierced.
Again.
Only this time, it will be right next to the piercing that is already there, if you have any idea what I mean. I always thought it was a pretty look and when Jessica got it, I just absolutely loved it. The moment I said "I want one," I felt this great burst of excitement. So exciting that I can't even wait until next weekend! I have to do it TODAY!!! It is such a wonderful feeling!
So yeah, that's what my plans are for today.
Saturday, May 28, 2011
Happy Birthday Dear Vineeta!
I mean, tomorrow, not today. The birthday part, I mean. Although I do believe that it is my friend Mikenna's birthday today. However, May 29th happens to be the birthday of my math teacher (Hope it's great, Mrs. Nockles!), and my mother.
My dad seems to think that we should just ignore the birthday, since it would just bring up sad things. I agree that it would be sad to bring it up, but I am choosing a different approach to the whole day. I am going to be as damn happy as I possibly can! That means wearing whatever I feel good in, relaxing as long as I think necessay, and taking moments throughout the day to drink more water and think about ow wonderful my life really is. That may be hard for a lot of you to digest, but yeah, my life is pretty happy. I mean, I live in a great house with three wonderful cats and two great brothers. My dad just got a super cool new car with a SIRIUS radio and Bluetooth (I know, awesome). I have many wonderful friends that I enjoy spending time with, and the school year is opening, thus bringing the days of summer upon us. I will admit that there is only one thing about my life that I would change, which is my mother's death, but even with that situation, some good has come into my life.
For instance, I found these three wonderful books called the Sara Books by Jerry and Esther Hicks. The books have opened up my perspective of life and gave me a feeling of joy, even if it only lasted for a few weeks. I have been more individual. Before, I would depend on Mom for many things. If she ever told me that she didn't like anyting (which didn't happen very often), I wouldn't like that thing either. I know that is not a very good thing, but I liked that she was the one persont that knew what I liked and how I would react to different things. She understood me. She and Dad are very different. When Mom heard that my brother wasn't doing well in French class, she said that it was his decision, when Dad heard, he decided that he had to go and help him one-on-one with his French until he got better. I'm not saying that I ever prefered one over the other, I am just simply saying that they viewed life very differently. My views are much the same as Mom's. We believe that anything can be achieved if you just believe it can. And I do mean anything.
I created this blog to give people a chance to see how I really think. I'm not sure how well I can portray that, but at least I try. Also, it seemed like it would be a really fun thing to try. Now I have readers who I trust and feel I can talk to whenever. I would like to know that some people other than Sanatkeys (is there a space in that name?) views my blog, so PLEASE comment!!!!! Say anything at all! Even send me an email if you don't want anyone seeing what you have to say (my email is siamese96@hotmail.com) I am very willing to share my life with you guys. I just kinda want to know that at least someone reads this blog.
By the way, I apologize if I keep changing the subject, my mind can be kind of scattered.
Sanat, put down your pie and PUT IN A REPLY BUTTON!!!!!! (no, seriously).
My dad seems to think that we should just ignore the birthday, since it would just bring up sad things. I agree that it would be sad to bring it up, but I am choosing a different approach to the whole day. I am going to be as damn happy as I possibly can! That means wearing whatever I feel good in, relaxing as long as I think necessay, and taking moments throughout the day to drink more water and think about ow wonderful my life really is. That may be hard for a lot of you to digest, but yeah, my life is pretty happy. I mean, I live in a great house with three wonderful cats and two great brothers. My dad just got a super cool new car with a SIRIUS radio and Bluetooth (I know, awesome). I have many wonderful friends that I enjoy spending time with, and the school year is opening, thus bringing the days of summer upon us. I will admit that there is only one thing about my life that I would change, which is my mother's death, but even with that situation, some good has come into my life.
For instance, I found these three wonderful books called the Sara Books by Jerry and Esther Hicks. The books have opened up my perspective of life and gave me a feeling of joy, even if it only lasted for a few weeks. I have been more individual. Before, I would depend on Mom for many things. If she ever told me that she didn't like anyting (which didn't happen very often), I wouldn't like that thing either. I know that is not a very good thing, but I liked that she was the one persont that knew what I liked and how I would react to different things. She understood me. She and Dad are very different. When Mom heard that my brother wasn't doing well in French class, she said that it was his decision, when Dad heard, he decided that he had to go and help him one-on-one with his French until he got better. I'm not saying that I ever prefered one over the other, I am just simply saying that they viewed life very differently. My views are much the same as Mom's. We believe that anything can be achieved if you just believe it can. And I do mean anything.
I created this blog to give people a chance to see how I really think. I'm not sure how well I can portray that, but at least I try. Also, it seemed like it would be a really fun thing to try. Now I have readers who I trust and feel I can talk to whenever. I would like to know that some people other than Sanatkeys (is there a space in that name?) views my blog, so PLEASE comment!!!!! Say anything at all! Even send me an email if you don't want anyone seeing what you have to say (my email is siamese96@hotmail.com) I am very willing to share my life with you guys. I just kinda want to know that at least someone reads this blog.
By the way, I apologize if I keep changing the subject, my mind can be kind of scattered.
Sanat, put down your pie and PUT IN A REPLY BUTTON!!!!!! (no, seriously).
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