last blog post of 2014-2015 school year

Ok not a lot of people will read this but goodbye. I’ve gone through a few weird phases on my blog, but thank you. So welcome to my last blog post of the year, it will be mish mashy and full of unfinished drafts.

Puns are an easy thing to use when your in awkward situations. I think the really lighten the mood. So here is a list of pun I would use in bad situations.

1. What’s the definition of a will? It’s a dead give away.
2. I asked the librarian if she was free later she said she was all booked up.
3. Did you see the new movie about hot dogs? I heard it was an Oscar wiener.
4. The power went off at school and the students where de-lighted.
5. If towels could tell jokes I’d bet they’d have a dry sense of humor.
6. Old skiers never die they just go down hill.

Here is an unfinished story about my horse.

Mattie is the 16 year old hanoverian through  bred cross that I have been leasing for about 13 months. About 3 weeks before school started Mattie was going to have her teeth floated, during that time I was in Portland oregon with my dad.

when I got back I was told that Mattie had a cracked crown and she would be taken out to the vet for the tooth removal. That means I would be out of riding for a week.  That tuesday was my one day off from the barn.  Since I gotten back that afternoon I got a call from the barn owner saying that Mattie had been banged up in the trailer and they where not able to remove the tooth well that means that a trip to A&M was necessary. That would mean that Mattie would be gone for a week.

I was ok with that for a while until the vet from A&M called and said that they had found black blood cells in some blood tests and that they didn’t know what was wrong so she would be there for a while.

So my birthday is over winter break and a had a blog post due and nothing to write about so here is on sad lone paragraph about turning into a teenager.

Recently I turned into a teenager, not really a big deal but you would think that on my birthday I would turn into this super sassy going through an awkward faze teen but well the awkward faze is true like another birthday I still feel the same.

So I tried writing about cars, didn’t really work out. Sorry… but here you go.

My brother has always been obsessed with cars
any car…
anywhere…
anytime…
So of course I would see myself as semi informed about cars. My brother has always taught me to not enjoy the mainstream cars that are a dime a dozen, so I learned to appreciate the special cars. He taught me to never be a dime a dozen mustang lover. ( please don’t take that to offense)

So one of my phases was poetry, ugh. So this poem is very similar to a different poem already on my blog.

The crisp air bites as you sit on the tail gate,

The winds whispers through the small cedar trees,

You laugh and smile while watching the sky,

a little star twinkles in the night light,

the hum if the truck is the only thing you can hear

 

 

Deer hunting as a kid

“WRHHHHRRR,” The engine roar dialed down, as I take a big breath. My door creaks open  and a big  “CREAAK,” lets out from the rusty  27 year old truck doors. Dad walked up behind me and whispers quietly “ you got this, ok?” “Yeah,” I  say with confidence, but inside my 10 year old brain was whirling. I knew today would be the day.

We started walking towards the tree we had scoped out a few days ago. My feet crunching in the cold icy grass. The cold air surrounded me like a on a winter day. We stopped half way there to load the gun “CACHING, CACHING, CACHING.” “Three rounds ok?”

10 minutes later I was sitting on my jacket twiddling my thumbs like a bored high schooler. The emerging sun was lighting up the world. “Five minutes” my dad proudly exuded. He was beaming, while  I was making up scenarios in my head of stuff that could go wrong.

“BREANNGG,” I jumped as the silence was taken away from the sky… The feeder had gone off, and it was my turn to shot as soon as something showed up. We sat there for an hour quietly .

It was small an eight pointer but that was good enough for me… my dad stopped me “wait don’t shoot yet,” he whispers raspily…we wait about 13 minutes and nothing “ok its still here go ahead…”

My heart racing I take a deep breath hoping he doesn’t move. I smile and cock the gun “CLICK CLACK.” Okay it’s now or never… “BANG! THUD,” I wait 5 seconds before I open my eyes My dad is beaming he can’t wipe the smile off his face.

All I can do is smile. As we approach the buck I start to simper happily thinking to myself “YOU DID IT!” “Well I better go get the truck Grace, I’ll see you soon.” I sit there with tenacity and power on the cold muggy  ground. “WHHHRRRR,” is the truck approaching from the distance.


my opinion on breaking the rules

If you stop and be honest with yourself, you will probably remember a few times when you have gone against the rules. A few times it might have been necessary-a few not so much. But sometimes its okay to break the rules.

Take this for example, lying on your food stamps application. By doing this you are not only breaking some federal laws. You are also stealing from families that actually that need food. This is a time when it’s not okay to break the rules. Because you are breaking the rules for no reason.

When you choose to break the rules you must pick your battles. Alot of rules these days are plain outlandish and weird- but be willing to suffer the consequences if you get caught. It is truly okay to break the rules when someones life is in danger. If your grandfathers heart stops in the car as long as you’re safe i don’t think anyone will mind if you run the red light to get to the hospital. I have always thought it is would be okay to break the rules for good reasons- not just because you want to.

In this world there will always be people that disrespect the rules and I’m not saying never break the rules- just pick your battles and don’t get caught.

 

A World With No Color

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If I said fire to most humans on earth they would see red flames dancing and plumes of smoke billowing into the sky. But, to some people they would see the colors of pencil lead in the shape of flames and black air rising. Color is a spark of green on a cloudy day, if the earth had no color it would be like swiming in silvery and ash colored sea.

In the book The Giver  by Lois Lowry, people live in darkness only seeing in black and white. With the people in book not knowing any better, they have grown up without their pastel pink eggs on easter or their icy blue lakes in mid-December. I thought from the beginning of the book there was something off about the main charecters perception, but I could never imangine a world that I live in without any color. I think that with no color the message of hopelessess and no freedom is potrayed strongly in the book. A world without color would change everything, try to imangine seeing everyone equally with no judgement of color concerning their skin, hair or eyes. Considering that entire wars have been fought over something as simple as color.

There may be many different views on the idea of color. All I know what is truly color? Color is the hope of change and the diversity of the world but, color is also an enemy that has filled people with hatered for hundreds of years.

The Secret of Spring

 

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A secret came just a week ago,

A secret that everyone already knows,

With the blustery icy days behind us,

And with pink pedals abloom,

Pastel skies dusted with white clouds,

Sun kissed rivers rushing away,

With chirping echoing,

The secret that everone knows,

The secret  of spring,

Which has sprung apon us

 

Why disapointment is useless

Disapointment can be very upsetting. Especially when it was something important. If it’s directed at you from a person it can often make not you want to do anything and just mope around. When ever I get a bad grade on a test I start to mope around and feel bad for myself, and it doesn’t get anything done. It is very easy to feel bad for yourself when all you need is to realize that moping won’t get anything done. When someone else is disappointed in you it’s especially bad and it makes you mad at yourself even if you didn’t do anything. My friend once told me that her dad makes her drive her golf cart and once she lost the keys at her neighbors house. Her dad helped her look for them and when they got home her dad showed her that he had the keys. She was upset because she thought that her dad was upset for loosing the keys, but he really wasn’t. She told me that if you mope around when something goes wrong it doesn’t get anything done. In the end I think when someone is disappointed in themselves all they need to do is realize mistakes happen.

The phantom’s lair

The first step like all the others damp, mossy medieval age stone.

After descending the steps you enter the first room. Dark and unforgiving, one lone candle light the room sitting on top of the century old piano. The bare room echoes from every step. You can hear him before you see him. A large silhouette emerges from the corner, his white mask glowing from the candle. He makes one glance towards you and you shiver. You follow him walking out of the room as if you he doesn’t see you.

The next room is a dream, full of beauty.  It is shady dark cool almost cold.  As you come to the end of the trees it opens up to a lake. The air is warmer, the sounds of insects almost to loud. The lake seems like a black void, the sun bouncing off of its surface. A ” ploping ” sound breaks the serinity as a fish breaks the surface of the lake. Standing at the edge of the lake pebbles under your feet. The Phantom looks over at you once and laughs and it all fades into Black. His laughter echoes as you look around and see is your feet sinking into a hole of darkness. Your screams won’t save you now.  You close your eyes and your walking again.

The Angel of Music takes you into another room.  This room is filled with memories and music papers, swiming in madness. The music sheets flow over the floor. But the memories are differnet, filled with joy and inner thoughts of sincere happiness. In this room you see the Angels muse. Looking around you can see his childhood memories good and bad, the angel grew up like anyother. His music is scratched out but is beautiful and happy. You take another glance around and see the phantom showing his weakness crying and reminising over a picture of a young beautiful girl, christine. The phantom turns and attacks you,  screaming and crying but your not getting anywhere.

One last scream and it all fades, your in the first room again.  The phantom returns and snuffs out the one candle you turn, and run.

How to laugh through embarrassment

Laughter cures everything. We all have had the awful embarrassing moments, some we haven’t lived down even to this day. When people bring it up your stomach drops and you turn an awful beet red. I’ve found in most experiences the best option in embarrassing moments is to laugh.

First my reaction would be to make a joke. If you act like the incident gets under your skin people can tell, so don’t show any weakness. If you approach the situation with good humor, it will become less embarrassing and more like a little joke. The easiest way to get over an embarrassing moment is to just laugh at yourself. This way, it’s easier for others to laugh with you rather than at you. If you approach this embarrassing moment with humor, it will turn out better in the long run.

Lastly if someone brings an old accident up don’t act sensitive, remember to not show weakness. Just follow the steps above and laugh, It makes you look like you have matured since then and have moved on. Even if laughter can’t cure the truly embarrassing moments but eventually you will live them down.

How to bomb your average quickly

How to bomb your average, I have a lot of expertise on messing up my average whether intentional or unintentional it’s on my top 10 lists of skills.

First you need to wake up late then you need to forget your homework. If the homework is reading you don’t need to do it. You can scan through the pages if you really feel bad but don’t actually retain any information. Listening in class is always optional. When you zone out make sure to look back at the board and glance were the teacher is every once a while. If the teacher says to take notes your best options are to get out of his pen and a paper but just don’t take any notes. You can do your homework but only because you don’t want the teacher to email your parents.

Then you can get a job, the easiest reason to miss school is because of “conflicts”. Or a good excuse is a dental appointment. You don’t do your homework because you weren’t there during class, you could look on the website but you don’t. You probably have make up work for missing the day before but that isn’t bad, make up work is a suggestion. Hopefully you have a quiz on this day. There is no reason to study… You have been paying great attention in class! you’re late to class because—-(insert awful excuse). The teachers probably start to get frustrated with you but there’s really no reason email your parents yet. At this time you should check your grades during class and seeing your marvelous quiz grade and be very proud of yourself!

So after all of those steps your probably on your way to failing. If not rinse and repeat till satisfactory.

where you will find me

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You will find me under water where corals grow like plants,

An escape from the outer world an escape full of emerald green,

Among the euphoric stillness of the water,

Swish of the lake swallowing me,

The sweet serenity of no air eight feet down,

No screams,

Eyes closed,

Lungs filled with questions and my mind knows no answer,

For I’m not drowning in water I’m drowning  in questions,

About life’s eternal unknown,

So I like to do my thinking eight feet down,

Sweet  hum as I slip under deeper,

For me heaven is being underwater murky and emerald,

Above me the sky grows darker,

But I have no complaints for  not everyone can think underwater