Monday, August 29, 2011
Sunday, August 28, 2011
Monday, August 22, 2011
Friday, August 19, 2011
Yeah, I'll admit it.
I'm finally out of the junior high,
And I'm hoping that the transition will make everyone grow up.
Just a little. Please?
I'm sick of grudges. And prejudice. And everything else.
Yes, I know it'll probably get worse,
But can't we at least try?
I've got this one friend.
She's a good friend.
When she's not burdening us with her problems.
She has at least 5 people she wants to ship to Africa,
A boyfriend that keeps getting his phone taking away,
And a jealousy streak a mile wide and 2 miles long.
Please, grow up guys.
I don't want you all to turn out like this friend.
And friend, I hope things work out for you.
I really do.
Thursday, August 18, 2011
Well, that's as much as I think I can type without you falling asleep. So, onward!
Provo, Utah (0-14 months)
*Edit: from Micaela
If you could turn into a noodle or a piece of broccoli, which would you choose?
Hmm... I have to say I'd prefer to be broccoli. Just 'cause people will be less likely to eat me :)
Tuesday, August 16, 2011
I'm a nerd.
I'm really sorry for forcing the whole "read-the-story-excerpt" thing on you.
I tend to get over-excited about it.
Anyways, guess what I did today?
I registered for the high school.
I am now an official student at PGHS.
Well, since that's it,
What's something you've been dying to know about me?
Comment at let me answer your questions!
Monday, August 15, 2011
The Golden Apples (by Rebekah Walker)
The year is 3018. After most of society was wiped out in the Great War nearly a century earlier, the remainder of Earth’s great leaders collaborated to rebuild civilization. They called themselves the Council of the Elders, and organized the survivors into a civilization to last. They decided in re-establishing the feudal system, under the name of the Samontai. They established people in their classes, selected a king, and banned the used of any modern technology. Some of the old folk still remember life before the war, and they spend most of their time trying to bring back some of the old technology. It is not easy, however. Resources are limited, and the Council is watching....
As Milo strolled down the path, he took one last glance at the tiny shack. Thin columns of smoke puffed from the chimney and he knew that Gran would be sitting in her old rocker, knitting or reading, or even just thinking. She never needed to sleep- it was she, after all, who had discovered, (or rediscovered, as she claimed,) how to make Kafeen, the drug that gave an energy boost. The effects of the newer drug were only temporary, but she had tested early drugs on herself, making the effects permanent. She was also the wisest person Milo knew. Wasn’t it her, after all that persuaded him to pursue this crazy adventure? It isn’t every day, she conceded, that you get to compete for the hand of a princess.
Now, as he passed the entrance to the hidden meadow, the scent of the powering pine trees intermingled with the mildly sweet aromas of wildflowers. In his mind, Milo could see the footraces through the long grass, and he could hear the chatters of the young village girls, gossiping and weaving small wildflower crowns. He imagined Rosalee laughing among them, braiding daisies into her shiny black hair. Her blue eyes sparkled when she laughed, and Milo remembered how her favorite dress would dance in the breeze. Though these thoughts made Milo smile, they quickly dissipated as he reached the main road.
The road, usually busy with the hustle and bustle of wagons, was quiet and still. Milo spotted a cart coming down the road. The driver was a burly, middle-aged man, and Milo flagged him down. “Can I get a ride?” he asked.
“Sure,” the driver shifted in his seat. “Doesn’t matter anyway. Might as well be operating a ferry;” he said as Milo scrambled in.
Milo saw what he meant as the cart lurched forward. 3 people- 2 boys about his age and a younger girl were already crowded in among the empty milk cans. One of the boys had bright red hair and a hailstorm of freckles across his cheeks. The other boy and the girl both had olive-colored skin and dark brown hair. They must have been brother and sister, because the girl was crying on the boy’s shoulder while he stroked the long hair that reached past her waist.“So,” the ginger drawled. “Where are you going? I’m going to New Caledonia, for the princess’s foot race;” he left no room for Milo to respond. This sort of one-sided conversation continued for several hours, before the driver threatened to personally toss the ginger out of the cart if he didn’t shut his mouth. The ginger’s face matched his hair for the remainder of the journey.
or just cause you're feeling super friendly and nice today. (:
~originally by brit. we love her here.
Sunday, August 14, 2011
Saturday, August 13, 2011
Every part of me that I can think of is sore.
It's pretty awesome.
Most people think that spending 5-6 hours a day outside,
in 90 degree weather,
while running and re-running drill,
would bloodily murder your desire to ever do whatever it is you may be doing.
But let me tell you something.
When you walk out into that stadium,
and you hear the crowd screaming with excitement,
your excitement levels rocket skyward.
Your conviction comes back ten-fold and you are determined to do everything absolutely perfectly.
Your pride for who you are and what you do is very much confirmed.
You want more.
This is why us "crazy band people" spend every ounce of energy doing what we hate,
Just so we can get what we love.
Yeah, we're cool like that.
"My best friend is moving!"
"I'm so sad! I'll miss you, BFF!"
...and et cetera.
Let me say, you aren't one of my best friends.
I would like you to be, but we haven't had time to know get to know each other better.
Yes, putting painful, skin-removing tape on your skin made us closer,
but apparently not close enough.
:) You'll always be my blogger/birthday buddy.
I still would love to get to know you better.
Have fun in North Carolina.