Journal Entry #2 -Club

A chaotic rumble slowly groans
The uproar capcity overbears my mind
Zig-Zagging movements rush by my path
I can only handle so much.

Orders yelled one by one
The hectic woman says the funs just begun
Controlling order and annoying voices
Ready to work and hold 'em down

The noise level seizes at the turn of dawn
Those loud faces are finally blushed
Whispers and drags is all I hear
The end of this load if oh so near
Time to pace nice and slow
Because FINALLY the upraor is no more.

Journal Entry #3

Ah vintage. I love the fashion and housing style of vintage. I don't know what it is but it is amazing. The vintage style is extremely sophisticated and definately unique. Even though this style is coming back there are limited places to actually flaunt this style. Most people wearing the vintage style is fashion models, celebrities, and real ritzy people. Girls in this area of the country are somewhat vintage but its more the vintage T than the actual full outfit. The image I have posted with this blog is gorgeous, I'd love to wear this out but I'm not sure where. I know you are suppose to be yourself and express yourself but I'm not sure I'd wear this out in public. You also have to have the right body to fit this type of style. Vintage dresses, ahh, are amazing! Much more than the T's are or this outfit here. The vintage dress can be worn more casually without controversy. The vintage look makes me think of the boho style as well. Most of the dresses for this style are heavy and "bagged" on the wear-er. What I really find unique with the vintage look is that they usually have belts to follow along with. Each outfit looks totally different from the other and the pastel colors with one bold color creates a new extremity that I personally adore!

Journal Entry #2

When asked what sound or smell reminds me of someone, I'd have to say the sound of wind chimes jingling in the Spring air reminds me of my grandma. Every other day I'd go to her house after school where she sould babysit me until my mom came to pick us up. When the weather got warm they'd turn their garage into another living room area. They'd put down that ugly rough green grass carpet on the hard concrete and add in porch furniture. Hanging from the deep brown wooden beam was this ancient wind chime. It was obviously a cheap one, because the wood was cracking and the middle piece was made of plastic. After grabbing an after school snack I'd sit in the garage living room sipping on a huggie and eating some oreos. The garage door would be opened but there was big plastic screens in its place. At the other end of the garage was the sliding glass door that was opened as well; this way a nice Spring breeze would flow through the room. As my brother flipped through channels on the TV and usually stopping on Boy Meets World, the spring breeze would blast through the room creating a musical chime. The sound of the chimes at my grandmothers was like no others. It didn't sound like the chime at my other grandmas house, this one had a unique chime to it. Everytime I heard it, the sound would make me smile and remember my grandma. She'd be in the kitchen boiling the water for my favorite green jello while I watched TV with my brother. I don't think I'd ever forget that sound. It always made the day seem better knowing that it was Spring time and being at grandma's was a time to relax. The garage even had a certain scent to it that I will never forget, this musty, oil, and wooden fragerance. Even though my grandma has past, every time I go to her house to visit my grandpa I hear that wind chime and her smile would spring into my mind.

Journal Entry #1

The topic of hope:

Hope to dream
Hope to love
Hope to find
Hope to see..

We all hope to dream, love, find, and see new things every day. Some of those hopes become reality, just like a dream. Hope can also be defined as wishes. Why do we wish certain things knowing they won't come true? We wish so big that it is utterly impossible to actually make a reality out of it. Just like most say, girls dream big when they watch chick-flicks. The story lines are what women really want, how guys should act. Unfortunately, those are all dreams and hopes that we will find love just like those actresses do, like Cameran Diaz in The Holiday. Oh how I dream and wish to find someone like Jude Laws character and for him to be just as beauitful and amazing as he played to be. Sadly though, that is all a dream and I know there is no one truly out there that is that amazing that would fall my way. Since love takes care of the whole dream and find as well we go onto dreaming to see. We dream to see a beautiful sunset on the eve of a tropical land. Now the good thing about this dream is that it can become a reality. Hopes and dreams have certain extents to where they really will be reality or not. Depending on the complexity of a hope depends on whether it is possible or not. I dream and I hope but usually my dreams and hopes are too far from reality that I can only ponder on its possibility. I've had dreams that have come true, but these are just the small things. Now that I think about it, that is better than nothing. The hopefuls in the world will see one day that their dreams will come true. You can never dream to big, you can only dream not enough. =]

Journal Entry #2

Ahhh, Kelly!! So while sitting here thinking of some random topic I asked the coolest, most spontaneous, random person I know, Kelly Skinner. She told me to write about her because I already wrote about prom, grad week, and graduation. So here I am writing about Kelly and I'm not sure what to say.....

Kelly wears blue-
blue shorts that is.
She's all "decked" out on her North Lincoln gear
Ready to play soccer
And make East Lincoln tear.

Her hearts in the game
[and my poem is real lame]

She's studying all the time
and making A's online

Dribbling down the grass
she see's an open pass
[Sharkbait aka Lydia]

Always scoring goals
and making the other team roll
Kelly's got game
and she ain't ashamed.

So yeah Kelly is pretty sweet. She's an awesome friend, always making people laugh and what not. She works really hard on everything she does and she deserves everything she gets. There isn't a day that Kelly doesn't make someone laugh even if she is down in a pity somehow she turns everyones day around.

Jades Children Story

LuLu and Lyle by Jade Henry was an adorable children’s story. The story is about a little girl LuLu who wants to become friends with Lyle, the mean boy across the street. She likes him a lot and doesn’t want to do anything to contradict their friendship. When Lyle asked LuLu to hang out she was quite surprised but unfortunately for her Lyle was mean to her. He would boss her around and push her and laugh when she cried. Finally toward the end LuLu decides to no longer be friends with Lyle because of how mean she is to him. The tension between the two characters is created when LuLu gets tired of Lyle pushing her around and to resolve this dilemma she stops hanging out with him and never speaks to him again. The illustrations describe how the characters look and there are pictures that relate to their personality. The images go along well with the text and Jade went a little more into detail. The moral of the story is clearly posted in the back of the book; do not let others treat you the way you do not want to be treated. I think the age group of this book is for six to eight year olds because the lesson is a bit more complex. The strongest feature of the book is the actual story line, it flows quite well and the tension build up is strong. I think the only actual issue of the story is how long the text is on each page, you can’t be too short or too long. Other than that it’s a great story, good job!

The Book I Chose

The name of my book is Devilish by Maureen Johnson. I checked it out because I liked the cover of the book. I literally judge a book by its cover. The synopsis of the book captured me with only the first little paragraph. A book filled with drama is my kind of reading especially when it has to do with high school because I can relate pretty well. The cover of the book is fairly simple but I’m sure has a lot of meaning. There’s a half view of a girl holding a cupcake with red frosting. Her eyes are shaped in a devilish look with a copper toned glaze and she is smirking in a mischievous way. I’m thinking the book will be about a girl who has a plan to ruin another peer’s high school career by seeking revenge. She will act like an angel to certain people and then act like a complete devil another time. Since the cupcake has red frosting I’m thinking this also just reflects the image of the “devil child”. The genre of the book is realistic fiction/drama. No I have not read any other books by this author, but usually I read books by authors that don’t have anything other novels. Last month for a book report I read The Farther You Run which was also drama filled and pretty decent. I’m also currently reading Notorious an It Girl book which is probably the best drama filled book I’ve read recently.
Basically the book begins introducing each character how their peers would view them. The prologue speaks of how one of the characters wonders if she did the right thing. It sounds like she is planning on a play or something. The setting takes place in Saint Teresa’s Preparatory School of Girls. Here we are introduced to Jane Jarvis and Allison Concord. The descriptions tell exactly what the characters look like. The school, even though full of girls, seems like there are many cliques and plenty of drama. Joan, Jane’s sister looks up to Jane because she didn’t make it into the Preparatory School of Girls. Her writing style is pretty much the usual style, nothing real special just the way she introduced the characters traits.

Journal Entry

The morning breeze sweeps by my face. The sun, just shining over the horizon, blazes its red and orange glaze in my face. The sound of blue jays and their babies chirping away soothes my mind. The smell of vanilla coffee floats to my nose as I turn toward the house. Mom must be making the family breakfast. The grass was greener than ever on the warm June morning. Pieces of freshly cut green grass gathered around my toes as I stood gazing in the driveway. The gurgling and aching of my stomache broke the sense of peace to tell me it was time to eat. Walking into the house the smell of homebaked bacon, scrambled eggs, lightly buttered toast, and handcut hashbrowns filled the kitchen with a sense of warmth. I don't think I ever enjoyed eating breakfast with my family so much as I did today. Everyone calm and anxious, mom hardly said anything because her nerves got the best of her. My dad sat slowy chewing his food and reading the Saturday paper. When the last few pieces of breakfast were handed off to the drooling hounds the table departed into our own divisions. My mom and grandma cleaned up the feast while dad drank some more coffee and walked to his "hanger". Brother, the nervous adult he is, went to rest in his room until it was time to leave. I on the other hand, sat in the middle of my room looking at the pictures that filled my walls and desk. Thinking of all the good memories and all the bad times. My palms began sweaty and my heart raced at the thought of leaving all this behind. I looked at my phone to view the last few text messages that were sent to me last night, "I'm so nervous", "I can't believe it's almost time", "Let the countdown begin!", "Ahh see you tomorrow dressed like a blueberry." I laughed at the last one because every day we joked that we looked like massive blueberries on our graduation day. The clock seemed to tick faster than ever this morning. Before I knew it I was slipping on my shoes and and heading out the door to mingle with the rest of the blueberry bunch. I drove myself, listening to silence on the way and in a complete daze. My parents, grandma, and brother followed behind and I knew they too sat in silence. At a time when you think it's suppose to be a happy moment it almost feels like a funeral because there are tears of sadness and a blaze of silence to fill the air.

Journal Entry #3

Since spring break ended two days ago, I've been becoming more and more impatient with waiting for graduation. I'm ready to move on out with my high school life and go into the real world. I've been so independent and so ready to move out and on my own that I haven't really thought of what might come to it. I hadn't really thought that yeah, I'd loose my best friends because we will be so far away or that I'd be able to complete the job what I want. The way things have been going lately I feel like slowly I am loosing my best friends. We are already starting to prepare ourselves for the different schools we are going to and setting out to settle ourselves in these different areas. It's really hard to know that my best friend will probably make a new best friend and we will just becomes friends. Wow, that was somewhat confusing. It's just seeming to all come to an end so fast. We are all ready to get out of highschool and our nerves are getting the best of us. With all the stress seniors have to go through already, it makes it hard on our own friendships. The littlest things can turn into one big explosion just because most of us are on our last thread of being patient. Sadly this hurts the whole best friend thing and causes that string of frienship to die down alot faster. I know that five to ten years from now, my true best friends I have right now won't be the ones I am still buddy buddy with. Quite frankly, I hate that. The group of girls I hang with are amazing, right now though things have been tough on all of us trying to decide where are going to accept the acceptance from college and what we actually want to major/minor in. It's all too fustrating and wearing us down physically and mentally. I can't wait til towards the end of the year when we can all just sit and relax and finally have our insane insider joke moments that no other group of girls would know about. I hope that before the end of the school year is over things between of all us are strong and awesome and we will have a spactacular summer together before heading off to the real world that we've so longed for. Until then, let's just stick it out and be there for each other even if we both are having a bad day.