Adventurous Writings

2006-11-04T15:16:00.000-08:00

Confusion
My life is not the best in the world. Through all the blogs I have written anybody can see that I feel that thoroughly. Out of all my problems, other people I love and am friends with and people who effect my life and are in my life start to experience my feelings. I really dont want to show my feelings. Well, sometimes I do but most the time I dont. I dont want to stand on stage and sing out how frustrated I am with my step mother. I dont want to make the world a "better" place by yelling out my feelings. I dont even think that my feelings last long enough to even try to do that. It is like 5 minute tornadoes spinning through my head. Today I had 1000 different feelings effecting my day. At first I was very happy and hyperactive. Then I was really lazy and bored. Then I got anxious and upset that I found out I had to move into an unfinished basement within the next few weeks and I wont have really any furnisher besides a bed and a small bookshelf. Someday I will be getting a small desk that I picked out over a month ago, but I dont know when yet. Then I felt sad and hated and misunderstood because of my stupid feelings. I dont hate Heidi. There are times that I feel like I could hate her, but there are also the good times when I feel like she is the coolest, most understanding person in the world. Sadly that feeling has not come for a while. I feel like all of the people I know on dads house hate me. I am only eleven! I am supposed to make mistakes. I am not shore if I am supposed to be so jumbled up, but I guess that is what happens if you have the problems and responsibilities that I have. This is probably not the best place to write my feelings, but it is the only thing i have got. With all the feelings I have, my hand gets way too cramped up to write in a diary.

2006-10-16T16:08:00.000-07:00

The stress of my life
Feeling the horrible lump in my stomach that is a combination of butterflies and fire. It is weighing me down. I just imagine how much easyer my life would be without the one causing it. She is my step mother. My "superior" as it is silently referred to when I am at my dads. They dont say it, but you can see it through the way they act. In my opinion, she has not earned my respect. She has problems that she always seems to take out on me. Dads whole side of the family thinks that she treats me right. NOWAY! That is the complete oposite. She was a nanny and think that she knows everything about kids but I can say one think to that...NO! She does not get things that she pretends to.I dont think she treats me right, my family(at home) does not think that she treats me right, my english teacher( who I talk to about this) does not think that she treats me right, my therapist does not think that she treats me right. I can see my step mother completely protesting this, saying that I lied to them to make her sound worse. WRONG! This is completely the truth. This is one of the only places that I can express myself. My diary works but I have so many words that I have to say that my hand gets cramped. I have my mother but one person can only give so much advice. My step mother would have a huge cow if she heard me saying this about her( sometimes it seems like she hates the truth) over at dads.Well, that is it for now.

2006-09-07T19:58:00.000-07:00

BOYS!
I was riding the bus home from school as usual with my friends Libby and Sage. Both of them very sweet and nice and good looking. I dont see why every boy in school does not have a crush on them. back to my story. we were riding on the bus and this super cut boy named Dylan started cute rateing us. It is were a boy rates u o a scale from 1 to 10 o how cute u r in his eyes. We all got 5. not the end of the world of corse. then dylan started talking to sage more and flirtng with her. then he started to indacate the he likd her. The day after that at lunch Libby went up to dylan without talking to sage first. She plainly said,"sage says yes." dylan had a confused look on his face. "what?", he asked."remember?", libby said in a slightly unsure voice."OH! I remember. you are talking about that thing on the bus yesterday." "yep", said libby. " that was just a game.", Said dylan in a amused voice. "oh", said libby with a hint of inbarresmant i her voice.
"ERRRRG!", said sage as libby told her what had happend. You could tell that sage was inbarrest. I cant belive it! what a snot nosed boy! I hope that not all the boys in the world are like that. Well, sorry that i nearly board you to death with my boy problems. i would be suprised if anyone even got this far in the story without falling asleep first. Thanks for listening!

Sincerily, Indiana Jones Girl

2006-06-03T15:20:00.000-07:00

danceing comes first
being a dancer to me means being divoted. I try as hard as ever to not get sick so I wont miss a practice. You will not believe how upset I get if I have to miss a practice. A couple of weeks ago my dad made me miss a practice to go visit some relitives. For one, he picked the worst time for me to miss. We learned the rest of all our dances. I am still very upset about missing that. I get the feeling that my step mother does not like the fact that I go to dance practices that sometimes end late. Well, They may not know this, but for me dancing comes first. I prefer danceing over alot of things. sometimes it is pretty equal with school, but most of the time I would chose preforming over most things. Most of the time, danceing comes first.

2006-05-25T21:42:00.000-07:00

DSA
Wow! I acually got in! I can not belive it! For you this situation is "Got in where?". Now I will tell you. DSA(Denver School of the Arts). It is an fascinnating, creative, beautiful school that is anyones dream school. For this school, to get in, you have to audition. The majors in this school are: Dancing, singing, acting, painting, drawing, sculpting, and a few other things I forgot. I auditioned for dancing and as it pretty much tells you at the beging of this, I got in! This is how the audition went: all the dancers grabed a number. I was #21. We did a class before the auditions. It was pretty much all stretching, dancing, and getting to know everyone. the class was fun. After that we went into a big room that had mirrors on the walls and alot of gym ecuiptment. they would call our number when it was our turn to audition. I was one of the last numbers if not the last so I had to stay in that room for atleast 3 hours doing nothing but stretching, fixing my hair, and practicing my 2 audition numbers. FINALY! They called my number. It was finally my turn. I went in, danced, and then walked out of the room disipointed thinking that I seriously blew it and would never get in. Then, a couple of weeks later, HALELUIA! I got in.

2006-05-23T15:05:00.000-07:00

Ctrl+Alt+Del my friends boyfriend; HELP ME!
MAN! Can that boy be more of a jerk!? I am sitting here with my BFF crying on my shoulder while her boyfriend dumped her for a girl who is not even a 16th as nice or as pretty OR as smart as her. I am sitting here trying to tell her that it is not wirth crying over, and that she should be happy that he is gone.It does not help when his new girlfriend was her friend. All I can say is that he is not worth talking to. Frankly, I do not even get why she was his girlfriend in the first place. Shore he is cute and when he wantes to be , he can be kinda nice but when you get to know him, he is just a inconciderate jerk. Hopefully, next time my friend gets a boyfriend, he will be smart enouph to see that she is worth staying with.

2006-05-19T14:54:00.000-07:00

Connor the rock collector
My little brother Connor is a little boy in first grade that has a wierd assortment of things in his backpack. I am writting this to tell you about one of them. Well, one day my aunt and I were going through my brothers backpack. We saw alot of things such as melted cheese, and other bizar items, but when I was going through the front pocket, I found a little bunch of rocks, all of different shape, size, or color. It is a sort of awkward thing to find in a backpack ware things like books and paper are found. Well, I guess that this, for my brother is a part of the adventure of being a first grader.

2006-03-23T15:18:00.000-08:00

Backyard adventures
Last summer,I was sleeping when my dogs woke me up. I was anoyed and just thought that they saw a racoon or somthing so I just went back to sleep my friends Josh and Cassandera were over. It was nice and warm outside and we were ,as usual, searching for adventure. I got out my CSI kit and we started to pretend to search for clues to a murder mistery. we moved all over the back yard pretending that we were detectives wial having the time of our lives when we came and searched around the front window. Right under the window we found a foot print that was bigger than anyones who lived in the house so, naturally, we called the cops. They said t6hat they could not do anything about it because the burgalar did not take anything. So that was my latest adventure.

2005-09-15T19:29:00.000-07:00

Squrrely Time
My grandfather was driving home from work when he passed a constroction site.The constroction workers were taring up part of a forest when they accidentaly killed a mother flyingsqurtell that had 5 children.They were giving away the flyingsqurrel children.My grandfather decided that he would save one of there lives by getting one.He got a girl and he was attached to the name Suzy so he named her Suzy.Flyingsqurrels are nockternal animals so,Suzy would sleep all day.My grandpa wore shirts with front pockets and wal he was at work she would sleep all day in his front pocket until when he was driving home and the sun would set.Suzy would wake up,jump out of his pocket, and start running all over the dashbord.Suzy was a very good squrrel until the day she died.

2005-09-11T11:11:00.000-07:00

Falling through time

One evening in August I decided to call my dad to just say "whats up?". My mother and my father are divorced, so I go and visit my dad every other weekend. Most of the time the only way that I have contact with my dad besides the times that I visit him is to call him or to email him. So as I was saying I was calling him then I herd the phone ring and he picked up."Hi this is Chris.",he said.I said,"Hi dad!" He said, "Oh, hi Katie, how are you?" I said,"I am good, how are you?" "I am good," he replied.

I asked,"How are Heidi and Donovan?" Heidi is my soon to be step-mother and Donovan is my soon to be step-brother. Donovan is five year old boy who is a nice and is smart for his age. He is also very creative and is fun to be around. He said,"They are ok. Have I told you what happend to Donovan?" "What?" I asked. My voice sounded concerned. He told me,"We were cleaning out the rest of the apartment when Donovan decided to take a seat on the window ledge.The window was open, and right as Heidi told him not to lean agenst the screen he did that very thing and the screen popped out and he fell down on to the rocks below." "What? Is he ok? Is he in a Hospital?" Now, my voice sounded scared. It felt like I was falling through time. Scenes from the time I had spent with him flashed before my eyes. He said,"He is ok. He has a broken arm and a fracture around his eye but other than that he is fine." "Dad, I love you but I need to go. Bye." He said, "Ok, bye." I hung up the phone. I am Christian, and right then I new that it was a miracle from God that he had not been hurt worse and had not died.