FINAL POST

Dear Reader,

I have learned so much this semester! I think as a writer I have learned to be more patient with my self. That i should just write and revise instead of waiting for the perfect story line to come to me and the perfect words to appear in my head because lets face it, it doesn't happen. I love the new way of thinking this class has given me. The way my teacher uses words so fluidly is inspiring. I enjoyed all the exercises we did to open up and all the people in class I have met. We might have not been the loudest, funniest or coolest class but it was fun. I have also enjoyed the simple smiles of recognition i receive from my teacher and classmates in the hallways or around the school. Again, as a writer I think my strength is description, i personally think its the most amusing to write and i would say i'm pretty good at it due to my slight obsession with details.I've learned to be more aware of the perspective of others which will help with writing and interacting with people in general. I am thankful for all I have learned this semester.

- Sara Nelson

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You made faces across the dinner table

I almost spit out my food

You showed me your yugioh cards

and taught me how dual

You cupped your hand over your mouth

when you had something to say

You hid our study books

so that we could just play

We roamed the grocery store as if we were on a safari

hunting for samples and hiding between aisles

We peaked around corners and flashed each other smiles

You told me your crush

or what girl caught your eye

Those days were fun but now your a little shy

Variation of Shakespearean Sonnet

Thanksgiving day is coming soon

a time to join with family and have a feast

We will all meet to eat around noon

and my uncles will watch football and rage of The Beast

Others suggest we go see a priest

But with the cold weather around i only think of June

How fun it would be if a boat was leased

As I gaze out the window to see the fall leaves blow

i smile as i hear the conversation flow

As i turn around my cousin jumps up into my chair

And with a playful smile i tickle her toe

Giggling she climbs down and asks if ill braid her hair

I braid the hair down her back and adorn her with jewels

And just as i finnish the oven dings and my mouth drools

Animal Poem

Koala

my back aches

and the wind tousles my hair

the young ones make racket down below me

disturbing my peace

just me and my bamboo

its all i need

Lion

I take a deep breath and puff my chest out

flex the muscles in my shoulders and feel the power of my legs beneath me

stretching, not a cat but a beast

chin up, i stroll out of my den

gazing upon my territory

I let a roar of satisfaction

You poem

You would make faces at me across the dinner table

making me almost spit out my food

You would show me your yugioh cards

and teach me how dual

You would cup your hand over your mouth

when you had something to say

You would hide our study books

so that we could just play

We roamed the grocery store as if we were on a safari

hunting for samples and hiding between aisles

You would tell me your crush

or what girl had caught your eye

Those days were fun but now your a little shy

Story Poem

Time to Grow up

fists fly

anger rages around them

red contorted faces glaring

the girl sits alone

sitting on a step

perched above the scene

past her bedtime

peering through the stair railing

her little hands clutch the iron poles and her face presses against them

She watches their chests heave in frustration and bodies dance wildly

Sputtering and spitting each other

Their voices crawling up to her spot on the stairs

profane words slither into her soft pink ears

Saying things they will later regret

a veil of innocence is pushed aside

time to grow up

Billy Collins REMAKE

This poem will be about a literal poem like the billy Collins poem i posted earlier.

dancing across the page

the pen full of ideas

dancing faster and faster with the sudden burst of thoughts

a hand sweeps across the page

admiring eyes take in work

from one hand to another its given to the world

sometimes she was gentle

cooing over the lines

other times she was harsh

ripping the seams

taking out all the meaning it once had inside

"as i write I create myself again and again"-Joy Harjo

I think im a willow

Seemingly sad at times but peaceful and comforting over all

Then the wind comes

it comes fast and cold

my long fluid branches rattle

and thrash around in the wind

the rain comes

the assault is over

i am really a birch

small and bare

thin trunk

stabilized on either side with chains wrapped around me and nailed to the side

in hope that one day i will grow to be big and branchy

A poem i like

Introduction to Poetry

Billy Collins

I ask them to take a poem
and hold it up to the light
like a color slide

or press an ear against its hive.

I say drop a mouse into a poem
and watch him probe his way out,

or walk inside the poem's room
and feel the walls for a light switch.

I want them to waterski
across the surface of a poem
waving at the author's name on the shore.

But all they want to do
is tie the poem to a chair with rope
and torture a confession out of it.

They begin beating it with a hose
to find out what it really means.

I love this poem because of the truth and creativity in it. The way the author describes people analyzing the poem is very cool and i like that new perspective. The whole poem gives a new perspective of poetry.

nothing drought horror blanket

upon the fields we gazed

the vast stretch of land

dried up with the drought

tall grasses deadened

I walk to the fields

the dry lifeless plants crunch under my feet

I look back at the house i once new

turned around and with a indifferent expression proceeded on my journey.

It had been left out from my younger sisters birthday party

Last week our parents threw her a party in the backyard

Refusing to go anywhere without it

she dragged that pale blue blanket around the whole time

when the clown finally arrived she had dropped it and ran over to see his tricks

now weeks later it sits out there now

covered in dew and gnats

a sickening odor of old milk protruding from it

I pick it up

its heavy and soaking wet

the cheap polyester is hardened and rough

I take a deep breath

do my best to hold it with two fingers

and make my way to the laundry room

Poem game

Anger

it doesn't regulate

I enumerate,

suffering, broken inside me

It yanks fury instilled within me

I pretend to be tolerably indiffrent

but it deems a strange affect upon me

torment clearly within

Happiness

She was practically skipping

Delicate ladybugs communicated colloquial sayings

Dragonflies fabricated myths

She was adrift in a panorama of pretend.

Confusion

Slender curves meant for me

broken for the price of discrimination

my indifference torments whatever it doesn't victimize.

is it that simple

Poems

1st: She deemed the voyage sordid

The deadpanned crew, tormented by the autonomy of the voyage

Utilizing the paradox of being adrift with the tempestuous sea

he assured her , enumerating reasons with his vulgar astonishment

Her delicate slender mouth instilled in fury.

poem #2

The faithful queen, blinded by summertime sparks. Mystique imperfections, dust upon her angelic face. Passion's glaring voice, mysterious visions censor fellowship.

Invisible metamorphosis visions under a wondrous willow

Story Set up

Act 1: Ruby is extraordinary, or at least that what she choses to believe. Mother is a bit eccentric, and her dad died when she was very young. Describe her room. Start story with her in the bathroom getting ready to go.

PP1:This day because Ruby is leaving for Spain, to live abroad this summer with a spanish host family to practice and become more fluent in spanish.

Act 2: ruby is learning about the culture and the people, she makes friends learns a little about faith sinks into the relaxed Spanish culture

PP2: Finds her self not over thinking and really enjoying her life now, not worrying about collage and about what will happen next. Calls her mom to talk, an uncommon practice.

Act 3: Ruby comes back home with a warm golden hugh washed over her and a content smile, giving her a look of wisdom and happiness that she didn't have before. She is easier, smiles come effortlessly, she has a joyful spirit and new appreciation for life, love, and God.

Friend conversation

Rachel got off her phone and waited for Kate's car to pull around the corner. A dark blue tahoe pulled up in front of her, as the window rolled down she saw kate's smiling face and smiled back saying, "So, where again are we going?"
"Get in!" kate replied motioning her with her hand. Rachel opened the passenger door and climbed in, Kate made a u-turn and headed back towards the highway. Now resuming their conversation kate urged, " I told you its the greatest mall ive ever been too, your going to love it."
"i guess i need some warmer clothes anyway."
Kate laughed, " you haven't changed a bit."
"what's that supposed to mean"
" Come on, in high school, you remember when we would do this all the time, and you would always warn us to be careful with our money and not spend to much in one store"
with an abashed smile, " It was a couple months before my 16th birthday, you know that made me a little anxious"
" yeah well now we are going to have fun its summer for goodness sake! We are going to get you a hot bikini and find some studs" she stated confidently.
" well you haven't changed so much yourself"
They both laughed and chattered excitedly about plans for that summer.

Recorded Conversation

On the bus to field hockey game
girl 1 -> Ok, really we are lost (glances out the window
girl 2 -> It hasnt really been that long, i mean if you think about it its way shorter that even Kinkaid
girl 1-> uhh yeah i guess...AHH! This is a joke! (trying to read out of history textbook but the bus is hitting every pothole)
girl 2 -> (grabs girl 1's water off her backpack) why smartwater
girl 1 -> oh ha-ha i dunno my mom is just obsessed with Costco and she like buys those packs of like 12.
girl 2 -> oh cool
girl 1 -> (grabs water back and flips over bottle) Look read it sometimes there are really funny ones
girl 2 -> (smiles) ha the little fish
girl 1 -> yeah thats on all of them.

Stealing

Stephanie lugged her sizable bag over her shoulder and coolly strolled into Claudia’s; her favorite boutique, located on Harper Street. Her brown suede flats made a barely audible sound clack against the wood floors as she entered the shop. One employee was busy with another customer behind the counter, saying something about a new shipment. The other girl was on the phone, fiendishly scribbling something into a pad. This was her chance, Stephanie walked around the warm small shop, stopping every so often to feel a textured blouse or dress. She walked up to a manikin standing next to a rack of blouses stacked up . As she turned her back on the employees she swiftly snatched up a red casual camisole and shoved it into her bag. Her eyes darted nervously back and forth between check out counter and the door. Breathing a little uneasily she closed her eyes and repeated the mantra: stay calm in her mind over and over. She briskly walked to the door, it was not going well, her hands were shaking. She was in panic mode but only looked slightly narcotic probably to an unassuming witness. When she made it out the door she took a deep breath of relief, calming herself with the smell of the crisp smoggy air. Now walking slower and calmly she released a small giggle of nervous relief, feeling more and more pleased as she walked farther away from the shop.

cheesy writing

There was an old lady she had 3 cats. As she sat in her rocking chair on her front porch drinking ice tea her cat managed somehow to escape her house. She saw it run to a tree in her garden and climb up a tree. She stood up dropped her glass of tea, pushed her glasses to the top of her nose and ran across the yard, nightgown and slippers still on. Her kitty midnight was trying to get down but had gotten stuck! She tried to coax it down but it was no use! The old lady trembled in fright and like a little leaf it looked as if she could blow away. She feared that the kitty would be stuck forever! She called for help but no one could hear her. All the sudden who should come around the corner but old farmer Dan. Ma'm he said as he tipped his hat from inside his red ford pick up truck. The old lady said "oh farmer dan please help me, my cat is stuck in this here tree!". He replied, " well sure i will, i'm not as young as i ust'a be but i think i can handle this, iv'e got a ladder in the back of my truck.""oh thank you!", exclaimed the old lady. So old farmer dan set the ladder against the tree climbed up and retrieved the kitty back for the old lady. She said,"how ever can i repay you?". He said"well shucks, it would be nice if maybe i could share a glass of that fine tea with ya". The old lady blushed and this was teh beginning of the rest of their life.

story-matic

Rachel Miser was walking around in San Francisco. Arrived here in her new home just hours ago and was walking up the steep sidewalks making her way to the golden gate bridge. On her way their she passed a variety of shops and resturants but she wouldnt be distracted, not today, she she had her mind set on the Golden Gate Bridge. After about a 15 minunte walk she arrived and was comforted by the beautiful view. It was the only thing she remembered from the trip she took with her family in something like 7th grade. Tonight would be her first night alone, without family, even a roommate. She was in a tiny dorm located on the south wing of the small campus. It was her first year at FIDM( Fashion Institute of Design & Merchandising), it was an exciting leap towards independence and growing up. As Rachel gazed longly at the beautiful water and the golden gate bridge she was filled with a comforting feeling of home. She took some pictures and made some notes, she was planning a making a design inspired by the beauty of the san francisco coast. She sat on bench with the breathtaking view in front of her as her muse and started reviewing her notes and brainstorming ideas. She saw a dirty pair of navy converse coming towards her out of her peripheral vision. She turned her head and made eye contact with the owner. Right there from the get-go her crush started. She stammered and glanced awkwardly at the ground and then back into his expectant face. She felt her blush creeping up over her face and gave a smile and a quite hi. He cleared his throat and said" um yeah hi, Im going school here in california this year and uh, um well i was wondering if you were a fellow writer"with a glance at her notebook and pen in hand . She blushed a little deeper, and regaining control of her self, confidently stated that she was not but was in fact studying to be a designer of some sort specifically undecided. As they chatted Rachel discover that he was a Freshman as well and had also just moved here, only a month earlier.

the philosophy teacher kicks the cat

It was raining Mr. Peters had a cup of warm coffee in his hand and was enjoying the smell of fresh baked bread as he sat at a local cafe in paris France. This was the life he though to him self he could see him self retiring her, it wouldn't be two long from now anyway. He was a 57 year old Philosophy teacher, teaching at Cornell University. The class was currently taking a trip to France to do a brief study on the Philosophy of French life. In this moment with a handful of his students they were soaking up the Parisian lifestyle. Inside the cozy cafe he had taken shelter in, he was sitting at the window watching people rush into shops to avoid the rain and a pair of lovers walking hand in hand casting go goo eyes at each other, oblivious of the rain. As he shifted in his chair his phone went off jerking him back out of his head with a loud shrill -briiing, followed by obnoxious vibrations. In his alarm he spilled his coffee on his white button down shirt and in reaction bolted out of his seat, getting annoyed glances in his direction. He answered the phone and the first thing he hears is his wife shouting, she never understood that you didnt have to shout for people to hear you over the phone. She was shouting, JOhn!, I cant hear you!! AS he walked outside, Stained shirt and all a cab swings around the corner and splashes him soaking his shoes! With a frustrated huff he turns around and runs into a cat brushing up aginst his leg. The philosophy teacher kicks the cat. ---and marches away

Fiction machine story from 1 sentance

The traffic cop broke the door. It came down with a thunderous crack and a thud as it fell to the floor. Eddie and his team rushed in like a swarm of ants. Guns cocked and loaded, ready for anything. Through the long hallway was a single door which seemed to glow due to the small skylight above it. Eddie went ahead halfway down the narrow hallway, made the signal that the coast was clear, beaconing his team onwards. This door was unlocked and slightly ajar. It was dark inside, the men filed in gun first and spread out around the room. A light switch was found and in an instant flipped on. The room was circular and

Fiction Machine

The philosophy teacher kicked the cat
The surgeon sang the song
The con-man hit the door
The traffic cop broke the door

CHARACTERISTICS AND FEARS

Words that Describe me
independent
clumsy
scatterbrained
observant
short- tempered
Happy
Nice
understanding
impatient
respectful
adventurous.
FEARS
chid birth
being alone forever
marriage
parents death
Not being able a good job that i love
Brother's life

Craigslist

Hello my name is Kim. I've been busy stress with work. I've just been traveling alot because i've been going from high school to high school speaking about how i over came my drug addictions and so on. Anyway this week i was going through some old stuff. I was thinking about holding a garage sale or something to earn a little money to spend on my trip to speak in New Yprk next week,and i came across my old bike. From my high school and collage days my ex-boyfriend and i had bought these cool blue sporty motorcycles. We were involved in drugs and just living the life of a rebel. Too cool for school and what not, so now 30 something years later it has been re-discovered. Selling this piece really finalizes the goodbye of my former life.

Future me

The click of her heels against the street pavement, the honking taxi's, and the drills of near by construction all set they mood as Sara Nelson makes her way to work. The smell of productivity is in the air, with a brown crocodile skin birkin bag on her arm and a magazine clutched to her side she approached the glass building and entered through the swiveling doors. Today was a special day unlike other days. Today was the day that october issue would debut. Why is this so special? Well it just so happens that Sara had written a story for that issue. It was her first published piece and as she got in the elevator she stared at the numbers with jittery anticipation as it got closer and closer to the 11th floor. As the doors opened, she confidently strutted into the spacious office i walk right up to Beths office and plop the magizine on her desk. Beth is my boss basicly,thankfuly we get along very well. She swivels around in her chair with the magizine already in her hand with an apporving smirk on her face.

Say goodbye

goodbye sniffly noses.

goodbye acne.

goodbye tests.

goodbye sibling rivialry.

goodbye timed mile.

goodbye summer

goodbye frizz

goodbye bright nail polish

goodbye patent leather

goodbye long nails

goodbye squeaky chairs

goodbye pencils without erasers

goodbye depressing movies

goodbye darkness

goodbye procrastination

goodbye bitter parents

goodbye grumpy morning people

goodbye inconsiderate drivers

goodbye line cutters

goodbye negative thoughts

goodbye doubt

goodbye idleness

goodbye embarrassment

goodbye aquwardness

goodbye to silence

goodbye to boredom

goodbye to playing it safe

goodbye fear of being alone

subtotals

Number of dogs i've had: 2. Number of years i played sims: 7. Measure of height: 5'2 feet. Number of years i've been in school: 11. Times i have hated my parents: 90. Times i have loved them: 200. Number of times i've turned down fun things because of hectic schedule: 79. Number of times i've gone out of the country: 6. Number of countries i've been too: 4. Number of times i've seen snow: 11. Times iv'e tied my shoes: 500,000. Number of people i actually knew that have died: 2. Number of times i have dressed up for halloween: 15. Number of flowers i've smelled: 4,000. Number of high-fives i've received: 55,000.

Number of times been to church: 1750. Number of houses i've lived in: 11. Number of times i've painted my nails : 700. Number of times i've tied my shoes: 500,000. Number of times i've forgotten something 1792. Number of hersheys kisses eaten: 7,468. Number of times run barefoot: 309. Number of times caught my hair in my jacket. Number of times said no: 623,000. Number of times said mabye: 924,785. Number of times said yes:898,000.

Family Story

My dad, david, was a character, the cool older brother was the image he represented. He tells me what a stellar athlete he was and what a cool guy he was, making the Varsity football his freshman year of high school. The story i remember and enjoy most was not about sports but about his sisters. David has three sisters in which he is the oldest sibling. It goes David, Pam, Julie, and Becky. Being an older brother seems to come with inevitable amounts of teasing, bothering and annoying any younger siblings. He filled these shoes well. One night while the his parents went out to dinner and he was in charge. Well it just so happens that Julie had been in a fight with "mom and dad" and was crying and angry. She had wanted to go to the movies on Saturday night but was now grounded due to her disrespectful attitude. Julie, in a fit of rage told david, "i just want to run away, i'm just going to runaway". David being the conniving brother he was, though it would be funny to let her, in fact encourage her. He said ok and helped her pack a suitcase and said "well Julie, you better hurry mom and dad will be home soon". So Julie left and just started down the long narrow side walk on there street, lugging her suitcase behind her as hot tears streamed down her face.

WORD GAME- sixth sense card

Oh the experiences i have have with notes from my jealous husband every time i wear shorts in public he writes me little notes and puts them in my dresser drawer saying that I should not wear them and it is inappropriate for a married woman. To this i say i have free will and that he shouldn't be so jealous. He hates that i have guy friends or even talk to the any males in general. Iv'e tried to help him see my side of the story by introducing him to my friends and having him talk with them but he says its not the same. One time when i was talking to my old boyfriend from collage he accused my of cheating and punched my ex boyfriend in the face. My husband, Burt, is not a violent man, but he was just so angry at me. He is in counseling now. anyway my ex had to go to the emergency room and blood was everywhere i was screaming at Burt in fury, asking him how far he was really going to take this jealously thing. he was a little shocked at the damage he had done and just retreated to our room upstairs. I called hecticly the ambulance and rode to the hospital with him when we got there i turned around, heard the surgeons footsteps behind me. And he said everything would be fine and my Ex would probably just have a badly bruised nose. Seconds later Burt called me on my cell, i answered reluctantly and said " what do ou wnat now!" He said, "im really sorry... i over reacted but, Sallys missing". I gasped speechless, what i stammerd what do you mean. He explained that she was walking around the house and must have escaped out the door. Suddenly from behind me i heard the pathetic, lonesome whine of a lost dog. I spunn around to see sally sitting outside of the doors wimpering looking inside for me.

Beliefs and objects

Objects/ places

1. My Journal from middle school

2. My room- defines me

3. The west U carnival

4. Martha Stewart Magazines

5. My bike

6. My Bible

7. The kitchen

8. Peru

9. Books

10. My Ipod- the music i have describes me

Values/belifs

1. Jesus Christ

2.Your family should always be there for you

3. You really cant hate anyone

4. Laughter is the best way to start a friendship

5. Animals have feelings..

6. Divorce is not a solution

7. People don't mean half the things i say

8. Decorations make people happier

9.You have to work hard to be sucsessful

10. never give up

CLUSTERING

Martha Stewart magazines and Being Weird in a non- pretentious way is good.

Well i am weird in a non pretentious way about Martha Stewart magazines.. Ever since was in like 6th grade i have loved them. I have kept all of them too! they are all in a green cubby like drawer in the book case in my room. Its very heavy, but every now and then ill pull it out and look for ideas in it. I love to decorate for holidays especially halloween, because i love pumpkins and its so fun. I also like to make cookies and things like that to give to the neighbors for easter or halloween so i also love the last page where in each magazine it had a different type of cookie on the last page. I also love martha stewart magazines because i have always loved her lifestyle, being crafty and gardening and baking. Making beautiful things and the genius-ly beautiful way she puts some rooms together, i love the simplicity. Also the lifestyle of living in the country at an old farm house and being independent. I feel like thats the vibe i have always loved about martha stewart. Reading those magazines make you think more creatively and are just really entertaining for me. Its kind of embarrassing though because your typical teenager defiantly wouldn't think that was interesting, probably boring. Of my friends that know they make fun of me and think its hilarious, like i'm reading like the favorite magazine of all 60 year old women. But i laugh to because it is kind of funny that i like them.

Exploration

One really good friend i once had was Reeve. We were best friends in 6th grade i was new to Robs and we hit it off immediately, attached at the hip. I went to her house she came to my house it was a lot of fun. For instance we would make ridiculous videos at her house. Reeve's family would go hunting from time to time so they had target practice animals set up in her backyard which i though was crazy since i have never been hunting a day in my life. Anyway we would pretend the animals were real and give ourselves hick accents and talk about the animal or we would pretend to be on a safari hunt and shoot them with bow and arrows. We mainly would hang out at her house just because her parents were much more lenient about things than my mom who struggles with allowing anyone around her to be idle including her self. Our relationship was silly and full of laughter not really based on anything deep or meaningful we just had a good time together being silly. Upon entering 7th grade Reeve began to change she wanted different things she seem to have a desperate need to be popular and she tried so hard. I didn't understand this we had fun and i couldn't understand why she need the popularity so much. I mean sure its easy to get sucked up in it all but I dont think i ever wanted it as bad as Reeve did. Basicly after all her atempts she took a new approach, boys.In lower school or elementary school she had been a little chunky and the summer entering 7th grade she got her parents to hire her a personal trainer. So she had for the most part slimed down and basicly became boy crazy. From my stand point i can understand this obviously, for the beginning of that year i was with her, just because its fun to talk about boys and giggle and what not. BUt i also have a twin brother so being around boys all the time was not that appealing to me especially my brothers friends, i saw them often enough. Which reeve thought was really lucky and were the pluses of hanging out at my house. But my brothers friends never actually treated me like a girl more like a little brother. Reeve and i by this point were getting in fights and i was always frustrated with her because of how different she acted around boys and the "popular girls" so in a way i can see how i brought down this friendship as well. Her reaction to this was oblivious she acted like she had no idea what i was talking about naturally. But that 7th grade year a new girl named anna came to our school. Anna was liked by the boys early on because she was confident in her own way and she was "developed" . So i was droped as the best friend and Anna took over.

Time

Embarrassing moments in middle school were endless! One that i particularly remember the clearest was 8th grade advisory at the beginning of the year. In 8th grade i was in Mrs. Stewarts advisory, she was the bible teacher very sweet but a little dramatic sometimes. And when i say that im referring to her sparkly black outfit she had for singers performances, she would be the conductor and be bedazzled from head to toe. Anyway on that Wednesday morning in advisory, the boys in my advisory were quizzing me on the boy I had a crush on as they all knew it was Max Hudson. My friends and I would go and watch the football and soccer games just to watch him, we though he was soo cute. Anyway as we were talking in advisory the boys were making jokes and teasing me for liking him. Going way to far with it and being ridiculous, and who walks in but Max himself. Max was a year older so he wasn't at school that year so i never imagined that this could actually happen, what are the odds! He was visiting Robs that day and of course walks in right as the boys are in mid-sentence of saying how i want to lick chocolate of his body. After just being mortified in general at this statement i had the pleasure of him being there to witness it! The boys naturally though it was hilarious! And took advantage of the situation by basically screaming in his face that i was obsessed with him. I was bright red, completely embarrassed and had put my folder over my face trying to somehow hide myself from this situation.So from this i definitely learned to keep my thoughts on boys to myself. Mabye one of the most embarrsing moments ever!

Post Secret

I struggle with believing in God.

I love my youth group i really do, and i like going to church, preferably the 11:05 service because its more laid back and has modern christian music instead of ancient hymns. One thing about my church that i don't like is that some times it get to be too social in my opinion. I feel like a lot of people just come to look nice for the boys and see their friends. But its just a judgement i have made i have know way of actually knowing. I have had spiritual highs on a lot of the church trips and think about God all the time. It confuses me when people say that God has spoken to them and that you just have to be really quiet, because then i think maybe he is talking to me and im just not listening. But then i hear a voice in my head but its just me i can tell it to say whatever i want. Although it usually tells me to do the right thing otherwise i end up feeling really guilty. My previous goal was to read the bible completely from cover to cover, you know, like in order. This is going ok i guess except that some of the chapters like the one about the priests ceremonies are really boring, and i dont get to it as much as i like because of me just being busy. Anyway i'm still in the Old Testament and everything is about God and i believe in God, i guess my secret is better rephrased as i struggle with believing in Jesus. Maybe its because i haven't made it to the New Testament yet or far enough in the Old testament but since my mind is focused on God i don't think "i'm praying to Jesus" i think "i'm praying to God". So it worries me and i think, does that make me jewish? I am just struggling with the concept of the trio , father son and holy spirit. Now i have been going to place in such as proverbs and psalms and their are really strengthening versus in there. Currently one of my favorite versus is in Acts, i read it every day before field hockey preseason, for strength. Running is a big part of field hockey and it might sound pathetic but i'm really not a great runner and its something i really struggle with and have my entire life since i play a lot of running sports. Which doesn't really make sense why i do those kinds of sports but it just turned out that way. The verse in Acts that i love is Acts 20:21-23 "And now compelled by the spirit I am going to Jerusalem, not knowing what will happen to me there. I only know that in every city the holy spirt warns me of hardships and prison, yet i consider my life worth nothing to me, if only i may finish the race and complete the task Lord Jesus has giving me--the task of testifying the gospel of Gods grace."I love that verse really its inspiring. Another reason I struggle with religion is that i just get caught up in the world, I love fashion, decorating, and designing so i try to make sure that i balance it all and it's hard, usually i'd much rather read a Martha Stewart mag. apposed to the bible and that is a guilty feeling as well.My goals now are to be able to spread the word, i really want to talk to my friends about it but its an aqwuard conversation and maybe i'm not the same person to God as I am to them.

Lists

i dont know why i remember...

1. A dress my friend wore on the first day of kindergarden.

2. telling my teacher that i hairsprayed my hair for picture day.

3. A small fight i had with my mom and i through a bottle of soap on the floor and the soap bottle broke.

5. A pair of shorts my friend was obsessed with and a converstaion she had with her mom about why she couldnt wear them to a birthday party.

6. in 6th grade, going back to my elementary school and a teacher saying hi.

Things this song makes me think of

1. walking down the side walk

2. gutiars

3. .alternative boy band

4. theme songs in movies

5. foot tapping

6. drums

7. elevator music

8. introductions

9. weaving patterns

10. brooms

11. clapping hands

12. darth vader

13. harmony

14. bitter sweet memories

15. melancholy

16. keep going

Things that im not quite sure are true..

1 . Elephants remember everything

2. world religions

3. that doing chores builds character

4. our parents walked 8 miles in the snow to get to school

5. the color purple makes you look more awake

6. aroma therapy really work

7. cats have 9 lives

8. Cats will always land on their feet.

9. A country is worth dying for

10. doctors are always trying to help you

11. vaccines work

12. some babys dont cry

13. black and white are not colors

14. The sky is blue

Right Brain

hellomy name is sara i like to write and the house is blue and the grass is green i like to swim i like to see oter monjeys in the field ayelloe and blue and purple ad theu all see to the mabye in the sky and the winf blwing in the trees and making noise but pretty and and tmy hair is yello and i am kinda of pale and u=i have one blue and one green eye and i have a marron shirt o or mabye its bburgandy or a dark red and i have a kachi skirt onn and im a terribblesperrller and a not so good tryer because in middel school we didnt tyeoe notes or anything and i eelmentary school we ddint have to do realy any comuter stuff osi feel a little unpreeparied so i like to eat sweet pottoes i had them for dinner last night and chicken and sagreek salad and we got it at wholfoods pre pre pared and it was good and my mo is out of town tso patsy is coming into town and will be nbabby sitting me and my twin brother sam and she is a tad but crazyse is ld and peed her self last time she staryed in our hose be casue she forgot where she was and no she is baxk anad has red lipsrick and she livves isrsh opera and i love phanto of the opera its great and i love singing along to that movie and i love my dong gerorge and he is so cute hie is a yorkie and but he id kind mean so sometimes - I had quite an interesting experience with a dragon named Ernesto, which involved ;lot of scrabble and board games we played for housrs and hen we went to the park and went swiming we played maro oilothen he took me to his dragon lair nad introduced me to his sperttt that is a tye of animal i his world its an whake combinded with a monkey and i rode it to tehe zoo and we got all the animal inside the zoo to come with us so we lead a parade down the street and walked to austin where we performed a concert of sunshine of your love and lots of teh beatles classics i hwas oon the bass and my dragon friwnd had teh drums and pspertt had the main vocal s and it was great after this we when to teh market and squished orages simularly to how they do grapes in italy and whe made oragnges with our feet orange uice that is id was delicuoious and we drank 5 galons of theat stuff then we went to china to get so peanuts fr the elephant who was in our crew or gang of tonluy the coolest anmals after viting in china we vistited all awseome places