So, wow, it has been a while. I have to start getting into a habit of updating this once a week or something like that. Wow, sides it'll help me with my writing which I love to do as I'm sure all of you know.
Anyway, on to my story for today. Well my weeks are kinda crazy. Average life of a teenager I guess.
It starts off with waking up at 6 in the morning. Now for some of you it may not be that bad, but for me a total night owl, it is really horrible. Then after draggin myself out of my nice, wonderful, comfortable bed I am off to school. At school I go through three classes lunch and then another class. Classes are okay depending on what they are and who's in there with me, but most of the time I just try to take good notes and get good grades. So hopefully that pays off. Then lunch is probably one of the best times of the day. My friends and I can agree that we make some great memories and laughs at lunch. The last class of the day is more or less the hardest part of the day. Mainly due to the fact lunch just ended and you have gone through all your classes and have mounds of homework already. When it finally ends you grab your keys and lazily drive home hoping for a nap or at least. Then you do your homework. Then about two hours go by and you wonder where did the time go? Gotta love an average school day, right?
Wednesday, October 26, 2011
Thursday, October 6, 2011
SACRIFCE
Giving up something for something else is not easy. Choosing between one and another, difficult. Some say it'll be worth it in the end. I am sure it ill be, who knows maybe you ill go back to it sooner then you think. Either way giving up something is not easy. No matter how good you are at it. However, things always seem to make things right in the end. Sorry it's so short, I'm suffering from writers block.
Thursday, September 29, 2011
DRAWING A BLANK
Don't you hate it when you sit and look at a blank screen for hours? That is me, right now. I have to write this paper for English honors and my assignment was just to brainstorm. What happens when you get many ideas? Or you can't decide on one idea? Or even when you really wanna do one idea, but nothing comes together? Ugh, sometimes writing is difficult. Namely when having writers block. It's the worst! So I am suffering from that right now. I'm surprised I got this much written down. This is a short one too. Man, I hate drawing a blank!
Monday, September 12, 2011
VACATION DAY FIVE!!!
Today was Nassau. Firstly we got off the boat and had to go through the market to get into the city. After walking a good mile from the boat. Man, do those hair braiders and taxi drivers come after you. I don't know how many came up and asked to give rides and braid within the first few minutes we entered the actual city. Another not so amazing thing, none of the shops open tell ten! Even though there were two or more ships and people wanting to spend everything they owned they watited tell after ten at a certain store. I did get my friends some nice suveniors from here. Brayden a nice deck of face cards and Morgan a lovely and very purple necklace. I also got myself some sun glasses. We eventualy left earlier then normally since Mom was on the brink of exploding from heat and frustration. I don't blame here at all.
We got back to the ship and just lounged around. The other half of the island we saw from the ship and it was fairly nice. It looked where the celebraties kept their beach houses. Got a few pictures of the Atlantis Resort as well. That night we stopped off at the gift shop on the ship, which was packed and got us all something. I got my back which is supposed to change color in the sun. I hope it does, anyway. Then I went up to my club to get the numbers of those people I would probably never see or talk to again. Ended up staying there longer then I ment to, but got to bed.
The next day was nothing but lines and planes from Ft. Lauterdale to Ft. Worth then Salt Lake, so I wont bore you with all that. So it was a nice trip. Only downer is making up all the work I missed. Horray! Well now you're all caught up. Hope you're not too jealous.
We got back to the ship and just lounged around. The other half of the island we saw from the ship and it was fairly nice. It looked where the celebraties kept their beach houses. Got a few pictures of the Atlantis Resort as well. That night we stopped off at the gift shop on the ship, which was packed and got us all something. I got my back which is supposed to change color in the sun. I hope it does, anyway. Then I went up to my club to get the numbers of those people I would probably never see or talk to again. Ended up staying there longer then I ment to, but got to bed.
The next day was nothing but lines and planes from Ft. Lauterdale to Ft. Worth then Salt Lake, so I wont bore you with all that. So it was a nice trip. Only downer is making up all the work I missed. Horray! Well now you're all caught up. Hope you're not too jealous.
VACATION DAY FOUR!!!
Today we landed in the lovely Half Moon Cay. It is a private island for the cruise ships to visit. Sadly there is hardly anyone living on the island so the crew of the Destiny have to unload all the food and drinks in the humid hot sun. They really do so much for us. Then again they are being paid pretty good so I'm sure it's worth it to them.
The beach was so beautiful! The sand was a nice white and very fine. I swear I did not want to get off that island. While Mom and Jack were on their island tour bike ride Dad, Addie, and me all explored the island. I found many beautiful shells that made the ones I had gotten in Miami slightly disapointing. The water was very clear you could see maybe fifty feet down if you were out far enough. It was also beyond warm. After we got back on the ship Mom wished she could get back in.
Back on the ship I mainly wandered around sitting on the deck in the shade since it was so far beyond hot and humid those words don't even cover it. I read my book the majority of the time. Grabbed a drink (coke) and continued to wander and read.
Soon it came time for dinner and I decided to make my way to the dining room. On my way in I run into Mom saying how she had been looking for me. I told her a thousand times I wasn't lost, but I don't think she believed me.
Dinner was awesome as usual. After wards I went up to my club, but still not staying too long. I felt out of place so I just went back to the room and collapsed.
The beach was so beautiful! The sand was a nice white and very fine. I swear I did not want to get off that island. While Mom and Jack were on their island tour bike ride Dad, Addie, and me all explored the island. I found many beautiful shells that made the ones I had gotten in Miami slightly disapointing. The water was very clear you could see maybe fifty feet down if you were out far enough. It was also beyond warm. After we got back on the ship Mom wished she could get back in.
Back on the ship I mainly wandered around sitting on the deck in the shade since it was so far beyond hot and humid those words don't even cover it. I read my book the majority of the time. Grabbed a drink (coke) and continued to wander and read.
Soon it came time for dinner and I decided to make my way to the dining room. On my way in I run into Mom saying how she had been looking for me. I told her a thousand times I wasn't lost, but I don't think she believed me.
Dinner was awesome as usual. After wards I went up to my club, but still not staying too long. I felt out of place so I just went back to the room and collapsed.
VACATION DAY THREE!!!
Today we ported in lovely Grand Turk. The beach was very nice and the shops were full of things to buy. The water felt so nice in the hot sun. Sadly there were not enough shady trees for everyone. Everyone had a fun time on the boat on the way to the sting rays. Two of our instructors dived trying to find some interesting creatures that lurked at the bottom of the ocean and were lucky to recover a few interesting critters. They found two big conch shells and a decent sized starfish. When we got to the beach our instructor told us about the conch. They had a creature living inside of it that the sting rays loved to eat. To get rid of the suction he used a hammer to create a hole on the outside shell. Then he pulled out a hideous creature that looked like it belonged in a sci fi movie. He tore a bit of its squishy body off and offered it out for people to eat. My mother and me passed. Jack, who'll eat anything, ate it and quite enjoyed it. Then they all ventured out into the water and gave the sting rays a nice massage. Jack even dared to kiss the barb of the ray. Crazy boy. Sadly it was time to leave. We got back on the boat and enjoyed another lovely evening. Didn't do much of anything else for the rest of the evening. My club didn't sound too apealing so I just went back to my room and relazed and fell asleep. So ended vacation day three.
LIVES LOST BUT NEVER FORGOTTEN
In honor of yesterday being September 11 and it being it's 10th anniversary I have decided to make up for what I didn't do yesterday.
This goes out to all those who have lost loved ones or dear friends when the towers came down. To those that lost someone at the Pentigon and for those knowing the brave souls of the members who took back control of the plane that went down in Pennsilvania. I heart goes out for you. Everytime I watch those documentaries or first hand tapes and seeing the reactions of those in New York I feel I'm watching it for the first time again and again. Everyone has their own stories to tell and everyone takes it differently and it's just so fasinating.
When I see those people jump I want to scream at the top of my lungs "Don't do it!" Sadly I can do nothing to stop them. I couldn't have then, and I can't now.
Knowing all those brave officers and firemen who gave their lives to save the people trapped in those buildings expecting death I grow a whole new level of respect for them. Those that made it out should be heros. Those that were not so lucky, should be awarded just the same.
Those who lost their lives for someone else to live on are true heros and have gone above and beyond the call of duty. They may have been lost to the towers, but they will never be forgotten as long as we never forget September 11, 2001.
This goes out to all those who have lost loved ones or dear friends when the towers came down. To those that lost someone at the Pentigon and for those knowing the brave souls of the members who took back control of the plane that went down in Pennsilvania. I heart goes out for you. Everytime I watch those documentaries or first hand tapes and seeing the reactions of those in New York I feel I'm watching it for the first time again and again. Everyone has their own stories to tell and everyone takes it differently and it's just so fasinating.
When I see those people jump I want to scream at the top of my lungs "Don't do it!" Sadly I can do nothing to stop them. I couldn't have then, and I can't now.
Knowing all those brave officers and firemen who gave their lives to save the people trapped in those buildings expecting death I grow a whole new level of respect for them. Those that made it out should be heros. Those that were not so lucky, should be awarded just the same.
Those who lost their lives for someone else to live on are true heros and have gone above and beyond the call of duty. They may have been lost to the towers, but they will never be forgotten as long as we never forget September 11, 2001.
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