My Grandfather
Something I’ll always remember is the smile that came upon my grandpa’s face in the morning, in the afternoon, and at night. His smile brightened up a dark room and made everybody smile back, no matter what kind of day you were having. I can say one thing though, he was for sure the most handsome man I’ve ever seen, and if I could play out my future I would definitely have a man by my side like my grandpa. I swear he became better looking the more he aged, and let’s just say, he was already a stud in his early 20’s when he married my beautiful grandmother.
My grandfather grew up in Ireland, and defiantly loved his heritage. St. Patrick’s Day was my favorite Holiday because that day made him so happy, which made everybody so happy. His happiness on that day was contagious. On St. Patrick’s Day, we would all go over to my grandparent’s house, and the whole house would be decorated with clovers, leprechauns, and anything green. We would eat some ham and cabbage and usually be entertained by the beauty of my grandpa’s voice as he imitated the famous Frank Sinatra and let me tell you, my grandfather’s voice surpassed Mr. Sinatra, and if you would have heard it, you would have thought that Sinatra was trying to sing like the fabulous Dermott McDermott. Dermott McDermott, Interesting name. I know that most people who find out that my grandpa’s name is Dermott McDermott are really surprised, but honestly if it was anything different, I don’t know what my grandmother would call him. I couldn’t imagine not hearing my grandmother holler at him, “DERMM!”
It just wouldn’t be the same.
My grandpa has the sense of humor that anybody would dream to have. He was absolutely hilarious and he kept his humor through out the many bad times he went through in the hospital. He went through multiple major surgeries, and walked out laughing each time. My grandpa was amazing. He survived so many things, that nobody thought he would, but there was some sort of spirit always looking over him and it kept him going, kept him holding on, until god needed his happiness in heaven on June 6th 2006. Now he watches over my grandmother, and all of his children and grandchildren in heaven, and I can guarantee he is smiling the whole time.
My Grandfather’s Secret
Most people think that St. Patrick’s Day symbolizes the day St. Patrick rushed all the snakes out of Ireland, which may be true, but my grandfather has more to do with it then anyone thinks.
One thing I found out late in my adolescence was the truth behind my grandfather. I should have known sooner by the way he loved his Irish heritage, but it didn’t become clear to me until one raining morning in March. Well, it was raining, and then the sun came up, and it was still raining. I had slept over my grandparent’s house that night, and I woke up to a bright yellow sky, with a rainbow skipping upon it. I looked out of my window to admire the beauty, when I saw my grandpa sneak out the backdoor, on to the patio, and off into the woods that was behind their house. I never seen my grandfather move that fast, and I figured that their must be something strange going on, so I slipped on my robe, and took off after him. Before I walked out the patio door, I realized that the rainbow ended somewhere near the back of the woods. My grandfather must have been following it. I walked out the door, and followed behind him without him knowing. Every time I would accidentally make a branch break, my grandfather would fling around to look to see what it was that made the noise. Luckily before he ever saw me, I was able to dive behind a tree. When he looked back the second time, I could have sworn that my grandfather’s face looked younger, and more playful. Jolly if you like. I kept following him, and I stayed about 10 feet behind him. My grandfather began to pick up speed, and began to prance through the woods. I picked up speed to follow him. My grandfather had difficulty walking back at home, and now he was skipping and jumping, and spinning through the air, while he jumped over logs and torn down tree trunks. What had come over my grandfather? I had no idea, but I did know that we had to be about a mile into the woods at this point. My grandfather then suddenly stopped in his tracks, and from beyond him I could see the brightest yellow color, reflecting on to the tree around him. I looked up, and the rainbow had fallen in the dirt, and every color was reflecting on to the tree branches above. I looked back down to see what my grandfather’s next move was, but he was gone. He was nowhere insight. I walked closer to the trees where all the colors had been illuminated, and I saw it. The rainbows end, and a black rusty pot. Within the pot, was hundreds and hundreds of medium sized coins, coins made out of gold. Was this some sort of joke? Did my grandpa know that I would follow him here? Did he set this up? Right in the middle of my thought, I felt a tug on my robe. I quickly turned around, and nobody was there. I looked back to where the rainbow stopped, and felt somebody whisper in my ear. Although I couldn’t make up what was said, I turned around quickly, looking in every direction, and once again, nobody was there. At this point, I had no idea what was going on. I called for my grandfather. “Grandpa…!!” Shortly after the echo of the woods carried his name, I heard the response, it sounded like my grandpa, but it was a little more high pitch. “Yes, me Darling?” The voice came from above me. When I looked above, I saw a pair of pointed shoes hanging from a thick tree branch with a pair of legs attached above them. The shoes were brown and pointy, and the legs attached were covered with knee high socks of green and white. “Grandpa, is that you?” I asked in a very confused tone. “Yes, me Darling.” As he finished his sentence he jumped down from the tree and stood directly in front of me about 3 feet high. It looked like my grandpa, but 30 years younger, and with much more rosy cheeks. He was dressed in a green overcoat that had gold buttons holding it together in the middle. It was definitely my grandfather, just a much shorter, greener, younger, and jollier man. I thought to myself, “My grandpa is a..” My grandpa jumped up in front of me, and yelled “Leprechaun!” I started laughing, and my grandfather grabbed both of my hands, pulled me down to his level, and we started dancing around the pot of gold. He sat me down, and began telling me stories of his younger days in Ireland, and how he is responsible for his favorite holiday, St. Patrick’s Day.
The Story behind St. Patrick’s Day
I found out that day that he was the mischievous leprechaun that caused the snakes to invade Ireland. According to my grandfather, it turns out that St. Patrick wasn’t the greatest guy in the world. I guess he was greedy. One morning, about 60 years ago, St. Patrick came across my grandfather’s gold. (My grandfather had hidden it within a tree a couple miles south of the Blarney Stone.) St. Patrick was a lumberjack that came across my grandfather’s gold when he chopped down the tree that the gold was hidden in. Thrilled with his find, St. Patrick decided to take the gold, and not let anybody know about it. St. Patrick dropped his saw, quit his job on the spot, and skipped across the woods back towards his house. By the time St. Patrick reached his house, My grandfather found out what had happened to his gold, and he skipped off to St. Patrick’s house. My grandfather was a happy go lucky man, just as I knew him, and he just wanted his gold back. The legend has it that the only way you can receive some of the leprechaun’s gold, is if you lend a helping hand to a leprechaun. St. Patrick didn’t do this, and that is why my grandfather went to get his gold back. St. Patrick was a strong believer in leprechauns, and he knew that if the gold was truly the gold of a leprechaun, that he has to be prepared to save it from getting it stolen back. St. Patrick set up leprechaun traps all around his house. One thing St. Patrick missed about trapping leprechauns was that in order to keep a leprechaun in a trap, you have to place a four leaf clover upon the trap. A four leaf clover blocks the mischievous magic of a leprechaun. Well anyways, my grandfather stumbled into a trap, which angered him, and he screamed and hollered until St. Patrick came outside to see him. As rumor has it, leprechauns are always deceiving and mischievous creatures, but that’s only the case, if somebody traps them. My grandpa mischievously offered St. Patrick one wish, but only if he would kindly give him his gold back. St. Patrick agreed right away, and he thought about wishing for all the money in the world, and imagined the rattling of all the change in his pocket. The word rattling is where he thought wrong, and my grandpa granted him a wish, that included the word rattling. My grandpa pranced into the woods with his gold, and chanted “If you trap a leprechaun, you will be made fool”. As my Grandpa’s voice disappeared within the woods, rattlesnakes began slithering out of St. Patrick’s pockets. My grandpa thought there wasn’t any better rattling then the rattling of rattlesnakes. St. Patrick new that the magic of a leprechaun only worked in Ireland, so he ran as fast as he could to the ocean and jumped in. So the story of St. Patrick is half true, St. Patrick did lead all the snakes out of Ireland, but my grandpa is the one responsible for why St. Patrick did it. So basically my Grandfather is part of the making of the great day of St. Patrick’s Day.
As my grandfather finished up telling the story, we started to walk towards the house. The closer we got to the house, and the farther away we got from the rainbow and the gold, the older he grew. By the time we reached the end of the woods my grandpa was 80 again, with his legs trembling from the pain of walking. My grandfather walked in the house for breakfast, and I sat down on the patio chairs and said to myself, “My grandfather is a leprechaun.”
My Grandmother
My grandmother took care of my grandfather better then anybody else could. They had a love for each other that is almost impossible to achieve now a days and I would love to have it. My grandma is a wild woman. I’ve heard stories from her when she was teenager and let’s just say my grandmother wasn’t all so innocent. She snuck out of the house every so often to hang out with older boys, which I couldn’t believe, but she stayed out of trouble for the most part. I know that if somehow I could go back to the past, when my grandmother was 16 or 17, that she and I would probably be best friends. I honestly consider my grandmother my best friend now, and she’s a good 60 years older then I am. But let me tell you this, she looks damn good for her age, and I worry when I bring my boyfriends over.
I can talk to my grandma about anything. She always listens and always cares about what I’m saying. My grandma is always there for me no matter what. One of my grandma’s best qualities besides listening is her ability to cook. I’ve always thought that she should open her own restaurant. She makes amazing food. Anybody who tastes her Pestitsis can say there to die for. Whenever I stay the night at my grandma’s I leave about 10 pounds heavier. But that’s ok, her food’s worth the weight gain
I’ve always wondered why my grandmother had so many names. I mean I changed the name grandma, to NA NA, and she changed her real name from Harriet, to Henryetta, to Teddy? I wonder if people who have known her for a while call her all three names or a mixture of all of them, like Harenryteddy. Like I said before, I always wanted to know why she changed her name so many times, but now that I am older, I figured it out.
Top Secret Granny
My grandma is an undercover FBI agent. She’s been working for the FBI almost 50 years now, since she was in her early twenties. My grandmother had to keep changing her name because she goes undercover all the time. When people find out her identity, she gets her name changed so she cannot be tracked down. My grandmother is a very clever woman. When you’re in the FBI you’re not supposed to tell anybody about your job, or anything. My grandmother did a good job for a while, but I found her out. Now that I think about it, I’ve never seen my grandmother sit in one spot, unless she was playing dominoes. My grandmother is constantly running around. It is even hard to sit her down for a meal. It must be because she’s always got to watch her back. Most people would think that a woman of her age wouldn’t be able to complete the risky task of being an undercover FBI agent, but let me tell you, I’ve seen her in action. I remember about 5 years ago, at my cottage in Canada, my dad thought it would be funny to ask my grandma to come aggressive tubing with me. My dad and I both thought that she would say no, but my grandmother ended up saying yes, and didn’t have a doubt or fear about it. My grandmother and I both got onto a tube. She was sitting behind me, and my dad hit the gas on the boat. We went flying over the waves of Lake Huron. My grandmother didn’t even yell at me when I told my dad to go faster, she just held on like it was no problem. It was amazing, but I knew my grandmother must have the strength from somewhere, and now I know that she got it from all the working out she must do for her job. So, now that I know my grandmother is an FBI agent, I understand so much more about her now. Now how does an FBI agent meet a leprechaun?
How Grandmother met Grandfather
Now I bet your wondering how these two extraordinary people met and how they became the grandparents I know. Well it all went down in Ireland. You see, my grandmother was sent to Ireland on a top secret mission to solve the case of St. Patrick and the snakes. The people of Ireland reported the case as if St. Patrick was somehow forced to flee the country. Since St. Patrick was now terrified to come back into the country of Ireland, people became suspicious that a threat was made against him, and that somebody used snake charming to chase him out of Ireland. My grandmother found this case interesting and a challenge and she decided to take the time to solve this case.
My grandmother went undercover as a 16 year old girl, desperate for love. She asked people what they knew about St. Patrick, and who may have seen him last. She gained her information mostly from friends and family of St. Patrick. They gave her the information that she wanted because she told them she was involved with him and wanted to know what happened to her dear Patrick. From his heart throbbed parents, my grandmother found out that he was out on a job just 2 hours before he fled the country. They claimed to have no idea why he would leave the country so fast, and they couldn’t come up with any reasons why he would leave and why a bunch of snaked would be chasing him. The only problem she mentioned about St. Patrick was that he was in debt, but she said his job was getting him out of it.
My investigating grandmother went to his boss’s house that lived nearly a village away from his family. She found out about the day at work that St. Patrick unexpectedly quit for no reason, and went running off home. According to St. Patrick’s boss, St. Patrick was having a normal day at work, no different than the others. When St. Patrick finished chopping down the tree next to his boss, his boss sent him to another tree about 70 feet away from where they had been working. After about and hour of cutting, St. Patrick came skipping along, told his boss he quit, and galloped across the woods towards his house. His boss was shocked, and didn’t even have time to question St. Patrick’s resignation because St. Patrick skipped off so quickly.
According to St. Patrick’s village, St. Patrick was in debt at the time he ran off. Many people explained to my grandmother that he was only a couple paychecks away from making enough money to pay it off. As my grandmother continued asking questions about St. Patrick’s flee, she ran into a homeless person who lived by the cliff where St. Patrick ran off. The homeless person was obviously suffering from some sort of schizophrenia, and kept repeating the phrase “It was the damn Leprechaun that sent the snakes into his pants, but it was his damn greed that caused the little leprechaun to do it.” My grandmother thought the leprechaun idea was ridiculous, but at this point she was becoming desperate for answers. She asked the homeless person if he had heard anything come out of St. Patrick’s mouth after he jumped, and the homeless person responded with “Damn leprechaun.” My grandmother was on a mission to find a creature that was well known to Ireland, but never actually confirmed of being real. My grandmother has seen a lot of things that she never thought would exist in her job, so she decided to go after the “damn leprechaun.”
Not knowing if she would find anything, my grandmother went off to the tree where St. Patrick’s boss saw him last. My grandmother figured that something must of happened at the tree because that is where St. Patrick became very different. As my grandmother approached the area where the tree was, she heard a tiny voice in the distance. The voice seemed to be screaming help, so my grandmother rushed through the bushes and through the trees where she saw a man in his early 20’s, trapped in a bear trap. The ankle of the man was full of blood and mud and she rushed over to him to help get the bear trap of before it crushed the main artery. She pulled back the springs of the trap, released the man from it, and asked him if he was ok. My grandmother said that that man stood there for about a minute and admired her until he responded with “thank you”. Shortly after that, the world around my grandmother began to shake, and the tree that she originally ran out to the woods to see began to loose its bark. My grandmother grabbed on to the man because she thought that the tree was going to fall over, and she rushed him to the ground to safety. Twice she had attempted to save this man’s life. About a minute later, the shaking had stopped and my grandmother looked up to the tree, to see it still standing. The only difference about the tree was the giant whole that appeared in the middle of it. My grandmother said the light coming out of the hole was as bright as the sun, and she got up to approach it. Within the tree, just as St. Patrick had saw, was a pot of gold. My grandmother turned around to see if the man had seen it to, but that man wasn’t a man anymore. That man was a short dark haired fellow, with pointy shoes, and a green overcoat. That man was a leprechaun, and that man is my grandfather. My grandmother was frightened at first because she never encountered a leprechaun before and she never thought she would. My grandfather walked up to my grandmother and said “It’s all yours”. My grandmother still shocked from the experience replied “what’s all mine?”
My grandfather was talking about gold. Since my grandmother saved my grandfather from the bear trap, she was entitled to half of his gold, and since she attempted to save him when she thought the tree was going to fall down, it entitled her to the entire pot of gold, but my grandmother didn’t accept it and my grandfather didn’t expect her to.
Now you’re probably wondering how my grandfather can take the shape of a man when he’s a leprechaun. When I first found out my grandfather was a leprechaun in woods that one morning, I thought that he used magic to transform him self into a normal sized human. But, I was wrong. My grandfather explained to me that his father had fallen in love with a leprechaun after he discovered her gold. Much like my grandmother had done to my grandfather. According to my grandfather, his father asked for his mother’s friendship instead of the gold and my grandfather’s mother agreed, and they fell in love shortly after that. So, to answer the question, my grandfather is half leprechaun and half human.
Well anyways my grandparents became very good friends, and eventually lovers, and then married. My grandparents had to celebrate two weddings, one in Ireland, beneath the blarney stone, where all of my grandfather’s leprechaun friends met for the ceremony, and also one back in America, where my grandparents ended up living. My grandmother’s parents let them stay in her house, till my grandfather got back on his feet with a new job, besides hiding gold. My grandfather only took the shape of a leprechaun after he moved to America when needed to go to leprechaun conventions underneath the Blarney Stone and also when he would practice his gold hiding in the woods near where my grandparents live now. My grandfather liked being in the human shape, for he could reach things much better. Since he couldn’t use his magic out of Ireland, there wasn’t much use for the little body, unless he wanted to feel younger again. Most leprechauns don’t die until they reach about 200 years old. Since my grandfather was only half leprechaun, he didn’t inherit the gene for aging, but he was able to feel young again when ever he transformed back in to the leprechaun, but with lack of magic, the feeling youth never lasted that long.
I just found out recently that my father Patrick was named after St. Patrick. My grandfather thought that it was the only way he could pay St. Patrick back for introducing him to my grandmother. Without St. Patrick’s greediness, my grandmother wouldn’t have ever had the FBI assign her to case of the fleeing man, which means she would have never met my grandfather in Ireland that day. Speaking of St. Patrick, the poor greedy man ended up pleading to insanity, and was put into a mental hospital. He kept telling everybody that a leprechaun put snakes in his pants. I would have thought he was crazy too.
Up until the day my grandfather passed away, my grandparents were deeply in love. I know that my grandmother carries the luck of the Irish with her at all times, and that my grandfather looks upon all at all times.
To believe my story or not, is up to you. But if the next time you are taking a stroll in the woods and come across a pot of gold and a little man in green, don’t say I didn’t tell you so. From the luck of the Irish to you, here is an Irish blessing to dwell on.
May the road rise to meet you,
May the wind always be at your back.
May the sun shine warm upon your face,
And rains fall soft upon your fields.
And until we meet again,
May God hold you in the hollow of His hand.
Monday, May 21, 2007
Wednesday, May 9, 2007
hmmm
Champions
Heros
Excellence
Exciting
Role model
Leaders
Experience
Attitude
Dangerous
Impressive
Noble
GREAT
Heros
Excellence
Exciting
Role model
Leaders
Experience
Attitude
Dangerous
Impressive
Noble
GREAT
Monday, May 7, 2007
Hmm What if's
What ifs, and What Would Happen
What if the sky was never blue?
The only color you would see would be yellow from the sun, which would make everybody’s days brighter, then blue
What if there wasn’t a Mr. Rogers?
No body would know how to tie their shoes
What if Romeo never met Juliet?
Romeo would still be alive and kicken
What if there were only men on this planet?
Humans would be dumb
What if their were only women on this planet?
The whole world would PMS
What if humans didn’t talk?
We would have a lot of mimes
What if there was no fast food?
There wouldn’t be thunder thighs
What if humans didn’t have legs or feet?
There wouldn’t be three legged races or shoes
What if humans couldn’t love?
There wouldn’t be heart breaks
What if the grass was always dark brown?
It would look like you shit yourself every time you fell
What if cows produced Chocolate milk?
We wouldn’t have white milk
What if the world was octagon and not round?
Then everybody was wrong
What if Armstrong never went to the moon?
Then that would be correct
What if humans were born through the nostril of their mother?
Then their female parts would sneeze
What if people were black and blue?
Then we would have to do something to stop all the fighting
What if the sky was never blue?
The only color you would see would be yellow from the sun, which would make everybody’s days brighter, then blue
What if there wasn’t a Mr. Rogers?
No body would know how to tie their shoes
What if Romeo never met Juliet?
Romeo would still be alive and kicken
What if there were only men on this planet?
Humans would be dumb
What if their were only women on this planet?
The whole world would PMS
What if humans didn’t talk?
We would have a lot of mimes
What if there was no fast food?
There wouldn’t be thunder thighs
What if humans didn’t have legs or feet?
There wouldn’t be three legged races or shoes
What if humans couldn’t love?
There wouldn’t be heart breaks
What if the grass was always dark brown?
It would look like you shit yourself every time you fell
What if cows produced Chocolate milk?
We wouldn’t have white milk
What if the world was octagon and not round?
Then everybody was wrong
What if Armstrong never went to the moon?
Then that would be correct
What if humans were born through the nostril of their mother?
Then their female parts would sneeze
What if people were black and blue?
Then we would have to do something to stop all the fighting
Friday, May 4, 2007
The Attack
The Attack
For one so small, it was fast and it was on a mission, a mission to kill. When I spotted it, it looked me right in the eye and I knew right then that I was under attack. It could smell my fear, and sense the sweat particles that were about to exit from the pores of my skin. My fear powered its anger and its blood thirsty instinct. It was me against the beast. This was the battle that I’ve been trying to win my entire life. As our eyes met, I knew it was time. It was time to conquer my fear. I blinked, and it didn’t wait a minute to take a running start toward me. A smooth one, as if it was stealing bases in baseball. I stood my guard until it jump from his battlefield, on to my own. A journey down, that only one would take if it was ready to fight and to win. I wasn’t going to let that happen. The jump was intimidating, but it only pushed me back a few feet. I stood with all the courage I had, until it took off after me. I ran halfway across the battlefield until I knew I couldn’t run forever. I had to stop it now, or I would forever run. A few deep breaths, a lift of my leg, It was getting closer. I could see the fangs of it as it opened its mouth ready to take a bite out of me. It was moving so fast, I could see each of it’s individual hair blow in the wind. I waited, until it was close enough to touch, right before it thought it had won, I smashed my leg down as fast as I could. It went silent. I lifted my leg, and looked at the bottom of my shoe. There it was. It was helpless, smashed, legs everywhere. I won the battle, I destroyed the spider that thought it would destroy me.
For one so small, it was fast and it was on a mission, a mission to kill. When I spotted it, it looked me right in the eye and I knew right then that I was under attack. It could smell my fear, and sense the sweat particles that were about to exit from the pores of my skin. My fear powered its anger and its blood thirsty instinct. It was me against the beast. This was the battle that I’ve been trying to win my entire life. As our eyes met, I knew it was time. It was time to conquer my fear. I blinked, and it didn’t wait a minute to take a running start toward me. A smooth one, as if it was stealing bases in baseball. I stood my guard until it jump from his battlefield, on to my own. A journey down, that only one would take if it was ready to fight and to win. I wasn’t going to let that happen. The jump was intimidating, but it only pushed me back a few feet. I stood with all the courage I had, until it took off after me. I ran halfway across the battlefield until I knew I couldn’t run forever. I had to stop it now, or I would forever run. A few deep breaths, a lift of my leg, It was getting closer. I could see the fangs of it as it opened its mouth ready to take a bite out of me. It was moving so fast, I could see each of it’s individual hair blow in the wind. I waited, until it was close enough to touch, right before it thought it had won, I smashed my leg down as fast as I could. It went silent. I lifted my leg, and looked at the bottom of my shoe. There it was. It was helpless, smashed, legs everywhere. I won the battle, I destroyed the spider that thought it would destroy me.
Thursday, May 3, 2007
Better excuse
As the sad mother of Bill Clinton, I am here to apologize for his actions in office. His immature behavior was completely inappropriate and undeserved by the entire nation. Though there is a reasonable explanation for his actions. As a child, Billy was dropped on his head by his father. (His flat head shows the proof of this) Poor Billy’s mind was disorganized from then on. It’s quite obvious that the whole Monika Lewinski thing was due to his head injury. You see, his vision has never been the same since his father dropped him. To my knowledge, it was my Billy’s blurred visions that lead him to the passionate intercourse with Monica Lewinski. He had no idea that the woman he was engaging sexual activities with wasn’t his dear beloved Hilary. He denied the entire mistake because he didn’t want everyone to know that the person leading their country was dropped on their head as a baby. He wanted to protect his reputation, just as anybody would. If there is anyone to blame for this it would be Mrs. Monica herself. She should have known that she wasn’t Hilary Clinton, and if she knew she wasn’t, then it was completely wrong for her to take advantage of poor Billy’s disadvantages. On behalf of my son’s mistake, I will be opening up a vision correction center in Washington, for anybody who has been dropped on their head, and has occipital lobe damage. This can help prevent terrible mistakes that would end people’s career and reputation. Thank you for your time, and understanding. Sincerely,
Billy’s Mother
Billy’s Mother
Monday, April 30, 2007
If Bill's Mother had an Excuse
As the sad mother of Bill Clinton, I am here to apologize for his actions in office. His immature behavior was completely inappropriate and undeserved by the entire nation. Though there is a reasonable explanation for his actions. As a child, Billy was dropped on his head by his father. His flat head shows the proof of this. Poor Billy’s mind was disorganized from then on. It’s quite obvious that the whole Monika Lewinski thing was due to his head injury. You see, his vision has never been the same since his father dropped him. His blurred vision corrupted his vision of Monika, that night, and he mistakenly thought that the woman he was engaging in sexual activities with was his dear beloved Hilary. As he found out later, it was not, and he tried to cover it up by saying he didn’t engage in sexual activities with Monica. Everybody should understand his issue with his vision, and realize that it wasn’t his fault he had sex with the wrong women.
Sincerely,
Billy’s Mother
Sincerely,
Billy’s Mother
Monday, April 23, 2007
Fairwell Big toe nail
The Left Big toenail of Tricia’s Big Sister
It was the friend of the rights, and most importantly the weapon of the foundation of her body. It was a deceiving model of various colors and sparkles, to cover up the beastly beauty. Not a valued customer of a pedicurist, infact it was more of a friend to a suitcase, which soon lead it to it’s death on June 5th, 2006. It was a leader in steps, the biggest of all on her left foot. But now all that lies there is a bald spot, left to rot. The memory of it will be forgotten.
It was the friend of the rights, and most importantly the weapon of the foundation of her body. It was a deceiving model of various colors and sparkles, to cover up the beastly beauty. Not a valued customer of a pedicurist, infact it was more of a friend to a suitcase, which soon lead it to it’s death on June 5th, 2006. It was a leader in steps, the biggest of all on her left foot. But now all that lies there is a bald spot, left to rot. The memory of it will be forgotten.
My own Obituary
The deceased is survived by:
The blue bed sheets are untouched, with out a wrinkle upon them.
A black sink that glistens, not a tooth paste stain to corrupt it.
Hundreds of dollars left to be spent on fun things to do with friends.
A memory box, that when opened, will never be understood by anyone else.
A spirit of energy and happiness that will continue to linger
The clutter of a collector, the fills the drawers and closet
The photos of life, and friends, and family enjoying the time spent
A case of awards that represents the level of dedication to a loved sport
-Tricia McDermott-
The blue bed sheets are untouched, with out a wrinkle upon them.
A black sink that glistens, not a tooth paste stain to corrupt it.
Hundreds of dollars left to be spent on fun things to do with friends.
A memory box, that when opened, will never be understood by anyone else.
A spirit of energy and happiness that will continue to linger
The clutter of a collector, the fills the drawers and closet
The photos of life, and friends, and family enjoying the time spent
A case of awards that represents the level of dedication to a loved sport
-Tricia McDermott-
Tuesday, April 17, 2007
Growing Epidemic
People left and right and above, are wandering the halls with heads that are full air, dirty air, smog if you like. The only thing that passes through the air tunnel, ear to ear, is that they must be like everybody else. Robots if you like. These people are walking balloons with their own face painted on it. You watch them, and you wonder how they even manage to think, and why some were even created. Did the man above mean to put these airheads on this planet? Were the waddling balloons supposed to be born at an earlier time to be used at a food source for Dinosaurs? We all wonder how these people managed to escape their own destiny, and we now all suffer with the disease of stupidity. Believe it or not, it is contagious. People who were not always airheads, become them. They want to be like them, because for some reason they believe the orange skin, bleached hair, and fake boobs, or big muscles is the way to be successful. These are the people I would like to diagnose as a dead balloon. A balloon that has nothing in there life, and just sits in the bag of balloons waiting to be filled up with air. The people were much better laying there flat, than what they became when they were pumped with air, dirty air.
Now, it is about time. To take care of the this growing epidemic. Get your needles, and begin popping. It’s time to bring these balloons back down to our level, where we can help the air heads discover reality, life. Life where you are not everybody else. You, are you. Here’s to the popping of air heads!
Now, it is about time. To take care of the this growing epidemic. Get your needles, and begin popping. It’s time to bring these balloons back down to our level, where we can help the air heads discover reality, life. Life where you are not everybody else. You, are you. Here’s to the popping of air heads!
Highschool flys
High School Flys
The air was bitter cold on my face this morning, as I headed out for school. It took me longer than usual because the wind was fighting against me. Luckily, I know that the weather changes daily and I always plan my morning with about a half an hour of spare time, for weather like today, which will slow me down. Sometimes the weather is fine, and I end up at school about twenty minutes early. But that’s ok, because I usually use the extra time to finish up homework. I’m just thankful that the weather today isn’t as bad as yesterday’s overcast. The clouds may look like fluffy pillows, but when they’re as thick as yesterdays clouds were, they actually feel like a pillow that your best friend just slapped you across the face with. Let’s just say I had a headache my entire first hour yesterday, which made my concentration level, about a negative 3.
I never really pay attention to where I’m going on my way to school my mind is kind of on auto pilot, and I just kind of end up there. It’s a lot like driving a car to school in the morning. While you are driving, you think about boys, and family issues, and some how you end in the school parking lot, and you don’t remember which roads you even took to get there. I stopped driving my car to school about half way through my junior year, and it is now half way through my senior year. I decided to stop driving because gas prices went up to about three dollars’ and I really didn’t have the time to get a job to afford it. My parents tell me that it is not worth the risk of getting caught, but I know that if I fly somewhat above the clouds, and if I don’t goof around on my way to getting somewhere, I will be fine, and my secret will stay with in my family.
It is about 7 am, and I’m having a lot of trouble finding somewhere to land with out people seeing me. I usually arrive at school early enough, that the student parking lot consists of maybe 4 cars, and it is easy to land somewhere towards the back of the parking lot, with out anyone seeing me. Today was different though. The parking lot was almost full, and people were piling out of cars everywhere. I think there was some sort of auction this morning in the auditorium. I have to find somewhere to land, because my first class starts in ten minutes. The thought of landing in the woods behind the school always freaked me out. The sun is still about a half hour away from rising, and the woods are still dark. I had to do it, it was my only opportunity. I started to lower myself, and the air became warmer the lower I flew. The woods look pretty muddy, and I could almost hear my brand new Steve Madden heals begging for me not to land in the mud. I had no choice. I never really got the whole landing thing down, I mean I’ve only had this ability since my freshman year, but according to my parents, I was “enhanced” when I was about four, on accident. I noticed something different about me on November 7th 2003. I remember the date, because well anybody would. I went to bed a normal 13 year old girl, and woke up a normal 13 year old girl who was hitting her nose on the ceiling. Yes, I began flying in my sleep. I woke up, in the air with the ceiling directly in my face, actually touching my nose. I screamed of course, loud enough to wake up the entire community and luckily my parents were at work. I had no idea what was going on. I thought that I was dreaming at first, and then I pinched myself, and it hurt like hell, so I knew I was awake, and I really was levitating. I finally was able to calm myself down, and I was able to lower myself back on to my bed. I sat on my bed for about two hour straight. It was a Tuesday, and we had the day off of school for Presidents Day. I really didn’t know what happened to me. I thought that maybe I was crazy, and just hallucinated it, but when I thought about flying, I started to lift up again. It scared me, so I thought about lowering back down, and I did. When my parents got home, I had to tell them what had happened. My dad used to be a scientist, so I figured he would have some explanation. I remember the conversation as if it was yesterday. “Dad, ok, this is going to sound really weird, and crazy, but I woke up this morning, and well, my nose was touching my ceiling.” I remember my dad’s face. He kind of looked like he was trying to figure out a really hard math problem. Before he could say anything I continued “I can fly Dad, and if you don’t believe me,” I began to levitate, “Then you believe me now, don’t you?” The look of awe came across his face. Before he said anything, my mother walked into the room. “What in the world is she doing up theerrrrrre” As she finished her last word, she fainted. My father was there to catch her, and he carried her on to the couch, where he and I, both sat down, to talk. I could tell that my dad knew exactly what was wrong with me, because he wasn’t panicking at all. That is when my dad told me that I was “enhanced”. He called me enhanced, because he tried to make it sound as if my ability would make me better than others. My enhancement was an accident, and the accident, happened in my home town of Kissimmee.
From the time I was born, up until I was like 8 years old, my dad worked at a research facility in Kissimmee, Florida. From the stories I hear, my dad was a damn good scientist. Sometimes my aunts and uncles would tell me that my dad was a little crazy when it came to his work, but I just thought they were being funny by using the term “mad scientist”. My parents both worked full time in Florida, and luckily, my dad’s facility had a day care center. I went to work with my dad from about age two until a little bit before my fifth birthday. I remember the day care center, as if I was there yesterday. It has a really nice girl, who was probably about eighteen years old, who watched us. When I say us, I am talking about myself and six other kids who also had parents who worked in the facility. The day care center was full of bright colors, from yellow, to oranges to lime green. All the toys in the center were based of real scientific devices. My favorite was the microscope. It had to be made out of a strong plastic, because I remember carrying it around with me everywhere, and constantly dropping it. It was the week before my birthday when it happened. The nice lady, who watched us, poisoned us. She took the blue flaming water, placed it in our sippy cups, and we drank it, unknowingly, enjoying every last drop until we started foaming at the mouth! Ok, that’s really not how it happened, but it would have made a great thriller movie. We were poisoned at some aspect though, but the lady didn’t know she did it. She was somewhat new in the facility, and I guess she didn’t know that the fridge with the number 2 on it was meant for scientific liquids, not Kool-aid. I remember my dad and some other scientist frantically looking for the blue formula, which they called, Aerocitus. Aerocitus was a top secret formula that my father and a few others were working on to provide a new chemical that would deny gravity for usage is space ships. From what my dad tells me, they tested Aerocitus on rats. I guess they would spread the formula on to the rats back, and waited patiently for the rats to gain some sort of flight. Nothing happened, and after two months of research, they gave up on it. They saved some of the formula, for later studies, but I guess that wouldn’t be happening now that it was in the stomachs of seven children. It took the scientist about a day to discover what happened to the formula. The nice lady was fired, for poisoning us, even though it wasn’t her fault, and the seven of us, were placed in isolation where we were observed and monitored for about a year. Every thing was normal though. All of the tests came back negative for poisoning, and we all acted like normal five year olds. We were completely fine or so they thought, and we were finally released to go home.
My dad ended up leaving his job, so that he could spend more time with my mother and me, and before I knew it, I was packing and getting ready for a new life in a new place.
My shoes are soaked with mud, but I managed to make it to my first hour which is psychology. My boyfriend is in my first hour, and he and I have a lot in common. A lot more then I though I would ever have in common with someone. I met him my sophomore year, in my chemistry class. He was a new kid, who also moved here from Florida. He sat a table away from me, and he was the most beautiful human being I have ever seen. He had the darkest, most beautiful brown eyes, with long brown flowing hair. Every time I looked at him I felt at if we already had a strong connection, but I couldn’t figure out how. The first time we talked, was when my teacher was assigning partners for a chemistry lab. She picked names out of a hat, and I remember hoping and praying that after my name, she would call his. His name is Brad by the way. The teacher called my name, and then it seemed like century for her to pronounce the next name. Bri..bra…BRAD! YES! We were partners. That’s when I knew that we were meant for each other, I just didn’t know exactly how much we truly were meant for each other then. He got up to sit next to me, and I pretended to act real relaxed, as if I hadn’t noticed him in the class. We talked a little bit about where he had come moved her from and he told me Orlando, Florida, which was right next to where I had moved from. We began our lab, and I could tell he really had a love for science. He seemed to know exactly what he was doing, and I acted dumb, so I could hear him talk more. Science is my best subject and I’m actually really good at it, but his voice was way worth my stupidity. We exchanged phone numbers a few days later, and we became extremely great friends. We hung out almost every day. We would go to movies, go bowling, out to breakfast, lunch, dinner, out for coffee. We did everything together. I had a crush on him the whole time, I just didn’t know how to tell him. I’ve had other boyfriends before, but not as good of a friend as Brad was. I didn’t know if a relationship would ruin a friendship. I knew that he liked me, but I felt like he was hiding something for me. Whenever I got close to him, no matter where we were, he would begin to act really strange. Usually it would end up in him not feeling good and going home for the night. This happened a lot too. Perhaps, he didn’t want a girlfriend, and that was his way of dealing with it. Or perhaps he was hiding something else. I felt like I should know all his secrets, because of how close we were, but I knew at the same time, I could never tell him my secret. I wanted to eventually, but it wasn’t the right time.
I remember the first time he kissed me. He was dropping me off at home, it was the first day of summer vacation, going into our junior year, and we were both really super excited to be able to sleep in the next two months. He walked me to my door, as we laughed and giggled about a previous event that occurred earlier that night, and we stopped at my door, and he just kissed me. I wasn’t expecting him to kiss me, because every time I ever got too close to him, he would begin acting really strange, or go home with a “stomach ache”. The kiss wasn’t really romantic, in fact, it kind of hurt. But we just laughed, and he asked me to be his girlfriend, I was extremely excited, but extremely nervous and I basically replied with, “I already am”. At that moment, I felt my body, begin to rise, and I couldn’t stop myself from levitating. He turned to walk to his car, and I immediately shot to the air, and flew up to my roof, and quickly scooted behind the chimney. I watched him turn around, and I saw the look of confusion spread across his face. He shrugged his shoulders, got into his car, and drove away. When his car was out of sight, I flew down to the door, and walked in. My Dad realized that I was pale white, and asked me what was wrong. I told him. “Well, Brad kissed me, Dad, I know you don’t want to hear that, but I am old enough now.” He replied with, “Ok ok, so besides that being wrong with me, why is it wrong with you?” I took a deep breath as I tried to explain. “Well, shortly after it happened, he asked me to be his girlfriend and I wasn’t able to control my flight. I felt my feet lose touch with the ground and I quickly shot up to the roof, before Brad looked back.” My dad explained to me that when my hormone level increases, which he wished it wouldn’t, it concentrates my blood enough to interact with the aerocitus running through my system. This reaction is what caused the uncontrollable flight. After knowing this, my dad told me that there is an anxiety drug that would probably allow me to have more control of my flight by keeping my adrenaline down. I told him I thought I was a good idea, and I began treatments for the drug a few days later.
About a month had passed, and Brad never brought up that night, and now with the medicine, I didn’t have to worry about it happening again. Brad and I were perfect. On our 6 month anniversary, I went over to Brad’s house to surprise him with breakfast. Brad lived a few miles away so I decided I would take a morning flight to McDonalds, (Brad loves McDonalds breakfast), and pick him up an egg mcmuffin with hashbrowns. I stay above the clouds, and landed when I knew nobody was looking. I walked in to McDonalds, ordered and got his food, and walked back outside. I was walking toward the back of the building so I could get a nice running start, and a little girl ran up to me. “Excuse me, excuse me.” I looked down at her and said “yes?” With puppy dog eyes she asked “Can I have your autograph?” I laughed and asked “Why would you want my autograph?” Then she replied with “Cause your superwoman”. I quickly looked up to see if her parents were around. She was about 7 years old, and she had followed me out of the restaurant. I looked at her, took the pen out of her hand, and signed her cup. SW, for superwoman of course, and I took off in to the air. I know I’m not supposed to let any body know about my ability, but she already saw me once, so I figured I could make her day if I took off right in front of her. As I flew through the clouds, I looked back to see the little girl smiling, and grasping her cup as if she would never let go of it. It felt amazing, but I hoped I wouldn’t come across the little girl again. It took me about 5 minutes to get to Brads house, and I landed in the woods behind his house. When ever I would walk to his house with him from my house, we would cut through the woods, so it didn’t look weird or anything coming from his woods. I walked up his driveway and up on to his porch. I rang the doorbell and a tall man with a white beard answered the door. I was yet to meet Brad’s parents and at that moment I was about to meet his dad. I never had the chance to meet his parents, because they travel a lot with their work. His dad is some sort of contractor who works out of Europe and his mom works as his assistant. His dad looked me up and down, and then replied with “You’re as beautiful as my son says your are, I am Robert, Brad’s father.” I told him that it was really nice to meet him, and he said it was his pleasure. I asked him if brad was awake yet, and he said not yet, but I could come in to wake up him. Brad’s Dad looked strangely familiar to me, but I didn’t know from where. I made my journey up stairs and I noticed an office that I never noticed before because the door was always shut. I had asked Brad before what was in the office, but he always told me it was all of his dad’s junk. When I peaked into the office, I noticed that it was full of microscopes, books, and everything scientific. It reminded me of my dad’s lab that he keeps in our basement. I know that Brad’s Dad is a contractor, so perhaps he studies science in his spare time. I’m kind of a noisy person, so I stepped in to the office to have better look. That’s when I saw it. It was a photo of twelve men, who were all dressed in white lab coats. They were standing in front of sign that read, Kissimmee Research Facility, and in the picture, yup, was my father, and three men away, was the man I had just met at the door. Brad’s Dad worked in the research facility with my dad, he was in a lab coat, which means he was a scientist, and he has a son that is the same age as I am.. IS IT POSSIBLE? Is Brad different like I am. I heard a sound coming from the downstairs, moving closer, and closer. I ran out of the room and darted in to Brad’s bedroom, where he was still sleeping. I jumped on his bed to wake him up, and acted as if nothing was wrong. I kept thinking that if I could maybe get him by this window somehow, I could push him out of it, and test abilities. But that wouldn’t be so good if he didn’t have the ability, because well, then I would have committed murder. I thought that maybe I should ask him about the office, but then he would know I was ease dropping. Then I thought about it. Brad has seen my dad multiple times, and he has probably seen the picture in the office. Does Brad know about my secret? I had to find out some how so I decided to do something incredibly stupid, but it would answer my questions. When Brad finally got out of bed, I told him, I hated my life, and I walked over to the window. I opened it, sat on the edge, and told him, that it was nice knowing him. I wasn’t suicidal, and I knew if I jumped out of the window, I probably wouldn’t die, I would just get hurt, but if Brad had the ability, he would fly down to save me. If he didn’t, well I would begin flight before I hit the bottom. I fell backwards out of the window. I closed my eyes, counted to 3, and started up my flight before I hit the ground and then lowered myself to the ground. Brad didn’t try to save me, which meant he couldn’t fly. But, what was worse than that was he wasn’t even looking out of the window to see if I was ok. He was gone. I sat their on the ground looking up to the sky, trying to figure out what I would tell Brad when he came outside. That’s when I saw him, he wasn’t in his window, he wasn’t walking out of his door to help me, he was above the clouds, looking down at me smiling. He lowered him self to the ground. I sat up to meet him, and his eyes caught mine. He opened his mouth and said to me “I knew it”. I remember smiling and saying “I’m so glad I don’t have to explain to you that I’m a not a suicidal crazy woman.” We both laughed and walked inside. When we got inside, he called for his dad, and we told him. His dad seemed to be very surprised that my father and he had moved into the same area. Brad’s father said that my father and he were very good friends in the lab, and that he would love to get back in touch with him and run some studies on Brad and I. I invited him to dinner at my house that night. I had to get home to tell my parents about Brad, and also get help my mother prepare something for dinner, so I kissed Brad good bye. The kiss that morning was different that any of them had ever been. After the kiss, his moist lips traveled to my ear, and the sweetest air escaped from them. He whispered “I love you”. Brad wasn’t a mushy person at all, and he and I never said the “L” word to each other. I never said it because of past experiences when I think I broke hearts with it, but he never said it because he was a tough boy. But that morning, it came out. The meaningfulness behind the words touched my heart. When the air ran out, and his heart had spoken, I had no idea how to respond. I never though I would hear that from Brad, even though I knew he did. I remember squeezing him tight after he said that and felt both of our blood rushing together. “I love you too Brad”.
I looked up to the sky, and looked back at Brad. I laughed and said “Seeya later Superman” he winked at me and replied with “Ok superwoman”. I laughed, and took off in to the air. I wasn’t even worried about anybody seeing me this time because I was loaded with happiness and kept thinking and repeating Brad’s words in my head. I love you, I love you. I love you. He loved me and he meant it. When I arrived at home, I raced in the house nearly knocking my mother of her feet. It was her lunch break at work so I didn’t have much time to explain to her the great news. “Mom, Brad and me, well we both fly, Dad worked with Brad’s dad in Kissimmee, and both of us have Aerocitus running through our blood. And well”. She stopped my rambling “YOUR KIDDING ME”. I began rambling again. “Mom, no! Were both ENHANCED”. The look on her face was actually really motherly. My mom is a working woman, who hid herself in her work every since I came across my ability. She blames my problem on herself because she wasn’t a stay at home mom when I was little. She thinks that if she would have been home to take care of me, then I wouldn’t have ever had to go to daycare at my Dad’s work. But that day, when I told her about Brad, the look of failure was wiped off her face, and happiness shot from one ear to another. She knew I was happy, and it made her happy. It wasn’t that I wasn’t happy with my ability, because I think it’s the most amazing thing to fly, but she was always worried that I would end up being a test subject my whole life, and that Aerocitus might end up killing me sometime in the future. I felt different from other people, but I was never really unhappy. But that day, all her guilt seemed to go away, and she was my mom again.
Later that night, Brad and his father joined us for dinner. My dad knew we were having company, but he had no idea who it was. When he answered the door, he was absolutely delighted to see Mr. Robinson. When Brad followed behind him, my father made the connection that it was his father. It took about 30 seconds, for him to ask the question “Don’t tell me he is one of the seven.” Before Mr. Robinson answered my dad’s question my father remembered “Brad Robinson, subject number 5, accidental Aerocitus consumption.” Brad stepped in front of his father and spoke “that would be me”, he slightly lifted off the ground and did a little bow. That’s why I love Brad. He is soo funny, and so cute. A smile came across my Dad’s face, and he shook Brad’s hand and welcomed his father in. My father and Mr. Robinson talked through out the entire dinner, entire desert, and far into the night time. Brad and I stopped listening after about the first half of dinner. After dinner was done, Brad asked me if I would like to step outside for a little bit, and I agreed. We walked outside, and he grabbed my hand. He turned me towards him, and he told me he loved me again. I squeezed his hand tighter and we both shot up into the air. Our first flight together was amazing. The night was cloudless, with thousands of stars shining brighter then they ever had. The moon was a perfect crescent that smiled at us as we flew by. We didn’t talk much as we flew above our street and over our high school, but we knew exactly what we both were thinking. Love, destiny, Fate. I loved Brad and Brad loved me. We flew for about an hour, and we headed back home before our parents would start to worry. When we arrived at home, we flew through my bedroom window and landed smoothly upon my floor. My parents were in the basement showing Mr. Robinson my Dad’s lab, and they were not going to bother us for awhile. Brad’s eyes shimmered as they glared into mine. His hand was still entangled within mine from when he first grabbed it after dinner. I kissed him, and I kissed him hard. He kissed me back, and my body began to go numb. With Brad my life was complete, and with me, his was too. The kissing became more intimate. We laid on my bed, he was above me. I noticed a tear forming in his eye, and I knew he wasn’t crying because he was sad, but because he knew that I could be his for the rest of his life. He whispered I love you, and I told him I loved him back. He kissed me. Yes. Brad and I made love that night. It wasn’t sex, it was love. We were only sixteen years old, but love is something that is hard to control, and we didn’t even bother controlling it because we both knew that we were fate. We were each others destiny.
A year has passed and Brad and I are still together and better then ever. Our daily routine consists of fighting off villains and monsters, and flying around in our big red capes. Ok, Ok, were not really super heroes but we do our fair share of helping people. We saved a little boy from a burning building about a month ago. The child wasn’t even traumatized at all, he just kept asking Brad and I if we had cool hideouts, and if we had cool costumes at home. We laughed and played along with the little boy by saying we have a hideout in Hawaii, above the clouds and that our costumes were green and purple. We put the boy on ground away from the building where it was safe, and flew up in to the air where nobody would see us until the fire trucks arrived. It was a great feeling to help out that little boy, but it was sad to think that everyone would just think he is delusional when he tells them that two “super people” flew him from the burning building to the ground, and that we had super hideouts in Hawaii. Brad and I still laugh about it today. Our fathers put together a new form of Aerocitus. It works on space ships just like it was intended too. Both of our families are pretty wealthy now, but we don’t act like it. Brad and I act like normal kids, living a normal senior year. We have tests, we have friends, we have family, and were getting ready for college. The only difference is we don’t spend as much money on gas money, and we travel to different states frequently for free. (Were not complaining) Our fathers were trying to figure out away to remove our ability so Brad and I could live normal lives, but Brad and I decided that we were challenged with this ability for a reason, and we wanted to live out our life the way it was supposed to be.
I sit here in psychology, and I stare across the room where Brad is sitting. When the teacher turns his head, Brandon begins waving his arms up and down as if he was flying like a bird. The whole class giggles as if Brad is making fun of the teacher, but I know what he is really asking me. I have five hours left of school today and a hot date in the clouds. A few weeks of school left, I wonder what life will be like in college.
The air was bitter cold on my face this morning, as I headed out for school. It took me longer than usual because the wind was fighting against me. Luckily, I know that the weather changes daily and I always plan my morning with about a half an hour of spare time, for weather like today, which will slow me down. Sometimes the weather is fine, and I end up at school about twenty minutes early. But that’s ok, because I usually use the extra time to finish up homework. I’m just thankful that the weather today isn’t as bad as yesterday’s overcast. The clouds may look like fluffy pillows, but when they’re as thick as yesterdays clouds were, they actually feel like a pillow that your best friend just slapped you across the face with. Let’s just say I had a headache my entire first hour yesterday, which made my concentration level, about a negative 3.
I never really pay attention to where I’m going on my way to school my mind is kind of on auto pilot, and I just kind of end up there. It’s a lot like driving a car to school in the morning. While you are driving, you think about boys, and family issues, and some how you end in the school parking lot, and you don’t remember which roads you even took to get there. I stopped driving my car to school about half way through my junior year, and it is now half way through my senior year. I decided to stop driving because gas prices went up to about three dollars’ and I really didn’t have the time to get a job to afford it. My parents tell me that it is not worth the risk of getting caught, but I know that if I fly somewhat above the clouds, and if I don’t goof around on my way to getting somewhere, I will be fine, and my secret will stay with in my family.
It is about 7 am, and I’m having a lot of trouble finding somewhere to land with out people seeing me. I usually arrive at school early enough, that the student parking lot consists of maybe 4 cars, and it is easy to land somewhere towards the back of the parking lot, with out anyone seeing me. Today was different though. The parking lot was almost full, and people were piling out of cars everywhere. I think there was some sort of auction this morning in the auditorium. I have to find somewhere to land, because my first class starts in ten minutes. The thought of landing in the woods behind the school always freaked me out. The sun is still about a half hour away from rising, and the woods are still dark. I had to do it, it was my only opportunity. I started to lower myself, and the air became warmer the lower I flew. The woods look pretty muddy, and I could almost hear my brand new Steve Madden heals begging for me not to land in the mud. I had no choice. I never really got the whole landing thing down, I mean I’ve only had this ability since my freshman year, but according to my parents, I was “enhanced” when I was about four, on accident. I noticed something different about me on November 7th 2003. I remember the date, because well anybody would. I went to bed a normal 13 year old girl, and woke up a normal 13 year old girl who was hitting her nose on the ceiling. Yes, I began flying in my sleep. I woke up, in the air with the ceiling directly in my face, actually touching my nose. I screamed of course, loud enough to wake up the entire community and luckily my parents were at work. I had no idea what was going on. I thought that I was dreaming at first, and then I pinched myself, and it hurt like hell, so I knew I was awake, and I really was levitating. I finally was able to calm myself down, and I was able to lower myself back on to my bed. I sat on my bed for about two hour straight. It was a Tuesday, and we had the day off of school for Presidents Day. I really didn’t know what happened to me. I thought that maybe I was crazy, and just hallucinated it, but when I thought about flying, I started to lift up again. It scared me, so I thought about lowering back down, and I did. When my parents got home, I had to tell them what had happened. My dad used to be a scientist, so I figured he would have some explanation. I remember the conversation as if it was yesterday. “Dad, ok, this is going to sound really weird, and crazy, but I woke up this morning, and well, my nose was touching my ceiling.” I remember my dad’s face. He kind of looked like he was trying to figure out a really hard math problem. Before he could say anything I continued “I can fly Dad, and if you don’t believe me,” I began to levitate, “Then you believe me now, don’t you?” The look of awe came across his face. Before he said anything, my mother walked into the room. “What in the world is she doing up theerrrrrre” As she finished her last word, she fainted. My father was there to catch her, and he carried her on to the couch, where he and I, both sat down, to talk. I could tell that my dad knew exactly what was wrong with me, because he wasn’t panicking at all. That is when my dad told me that I was “enhanced”. He called me enhanced, because he tried to make it sound as if my ability would make me better than others. My enhancement was an accident, and the accident, happened in my home town of Kissimmee.
From the time I was born, up until I was like 8 years old, my dad worked at a research facility in Kissimmee, Florida. From the stories I hear, my dad was a damn good scientist. Sometimes my aunts and uncles would tell me that my dad was a little crazy when it came to his work, but I just thought they were being funny by using the term “mad scientist”. My parents both worked full time in Florida, and luckily, my dad’s facility had a day care center. I went to work with my dad from about age two until a little bit before my fifth birthday. I remember the day care center, as if I was there yesterday. It has a really nice girl, who was probably about eighteen years old, who watched us. When I say us, I am talking about myself and six other kids who also had parents who worked in the facility. The day care center was full of bright colors, from yellow, to oranges to lime green. All the toys in the center were based of real scientific devices. My favorite was the microscope. It had to be made out of a strong plastic, because I remember carrying it around with me everywhere, and constantly dropping it. It was the week before my birthday when it happened. The nice lady, who watched us, poisoned us. She took the blue flaming water, placed it in our sippy cups, and we drank it, unknowingly, enjoying every last drop until we started foaming at the mouth! Ok, that’s really not how it happened, but it would have made a great thriller movie. We were poisoned at some aspect though, but the lady didn’t know she did it. She was somewhat new in the facility, and I guess she didn’t know that the fridge with the number 2 on it was meant for scientific liquids, not Kool-aid. I remember my dad and some other scientist frantically looking for the blue formula, which they called, Aerocitus. Aerocitus was a top secret formula that my father and a few others were working on to provide a new chemical that would deny gravity for usage is space ships. From what my dad tells me, they tested Aerocitus on rats. I guess they would spread the formula on to the rats back, and waited patiently for the rats to gain some sort of flight. Nothing happened, and after two months of research, they gave up on it. They saved some of the formula, for later studies, but I guess that wouldn’t be happening now that it was in the stomachs of seven children. It took the scientist about a day to discover what happened to the formula. The nice lady was fired, for poisoning us, even though it wasn’t her fault, and the seven of us, were placed in isolation where we were observed and monitored for about a year. Every thing was normal though. All of the tests came back negative for poisoning, and we all acted like normal five year olds. We were completely fine or so they thought, and we were finally released to go home.
My dad ended up leaving his job, so that he could spend more time with my mother and me, and before I knew it, I was packing and getting ready for a new life in a new place.
My shoes are soaked with mud, but I managed to make it to my first hour which is psychology. My boyfriend is in my first hour, and he and I have a lot in common. A lot more then I though I would ever have in common with someone. I met him my sophomore year, in my chemistry class. He was a new kid, who also moved here from Florida. He sat a table away from me, and he was the most beautiful human being I have ever seen. He had the darkest, most beautiful brown eyes, with long brown flowing hair. Every time I looked at him I felt at if we already had a strong connection, but I couldn’t figure out how. The first time we talked, was when my teacher was assigning partners for a chemistry lab. She picked names out of a hat, and I remember hoping and praying that after my name, she would call his. His name is Brad by the way. The teacher called my name, and then it seemed like century for her to pronounce the next name. Bri..bra…BRAD! YES! We were partners. That’s when I knew that we were meant for each other, I just didn’t know exactly how much we truly were meant for each other then. He got up to sit next to me, and I pretended to act real relaxed, as if I hadn’t noticed him in the class. We talked a little bit about where he had come moved her from and he told me Orlando, Florida, which was right next to where I had moved from. We began our lab, and I could tell he really had a love for science. He seemed to know exactly what he was doing, and I acted dumb, so I could hear him talk more. Science is my best subject and I’m actually really good at it, but his voice was way worth my stupidity. We exchanged phone numbers a few days later, and we became extremely great friends. We hung out almost every day. We would go to movies, go bowling, out to breakfast, lunch, dinner, out for coffee. We did everything together. I had a crush on him the whole time, I just didn’t know how to tell him. I’ve had other boyfriends before, but not as good of a friend as Brad was. I didn’t know if a relationship would ruin a friendship. I knew that he liked me, but I felt like he was hiding something for me. Whenever I got close to him, no matter where we were, he would begin to act really strange. Usually it would end up in him not feeling good and going home for the night. This happened a lot too. Perhaps, he didn’t want a girlfriend, and that was his way of dealing with it. Or perhaps he was hiding something else. I felt like I should know all his secrets, because of how close we were, but I knew at the same time, I could never tell him my secret. I wanted to eventually, but it wasn’t the right time.
I remember the first time he kissed me. He was dropping me off at home, it was the first day of summer vacation, going into our junior year, and we were both really super excited to be able to sleep in the next two months. He walked me to my door, as we laughed and giggled about a previous event that occurred earlier that night, and we stopped at my door, and he just kissed me. I wasn’t expecting him to kiss me, because every time I ever got too close to him, he would begin acting really strange, or go home with a “stomach ache”. The kiss wasn’t really romantic, in fact, it kind of hurt. But we just laughed, and he asked me to be his girlfriend, I was extremely excited, but extremely nervous and I basically replied with, “I already am”. At that moment, I felt my body, begin to rise, and I couldn’t stop myself from levitating. He turned to walk to his car, and I immediately shot to the air, and flew up to my roof, and quickly scooted behind the chimney. I watched him turn around, and I saw the look of confusion spread across his face. He shrugged his shoulders, got into his car, and drove away. When his car was out of sight, I flew down to the door, and walked in. My Dad realized that I was pale white, and asked me what was wrong. I told him. “Well, Brad kissed me, Dad, I know you don’t want to hear that, but I am old enough now.” He replied with, “Ok ok, so besides that being wrong with me, why is it wrong with you?” I took a deep breath as I tried to explain. “Well, shortly after it happened, he asked me to be his girlfriend and I wasn’t able to control my flight. I felt my feet lose touch with the ground and I quickly shot up to the roof, before Brad looked back.” My dad explained to me that when my hormone level increases, which he wished it wouldn’t, it concentrates my blood enough to interact with the aerocitus running through my system. This reaction is what caused the uncontrollable flight. After knowing this, my dad told me that there is an anxiety drug that would probably allow me to have more control of my flight by keeping my adrenaline down. I told him I thought I was a good idea, and I began treatments for the drug a few days later.
About a month had passed, and Brad never brought up that night, and now with the medicine, I didn’t have to worry about it happening again. Brad and I were perfect. On our 6 month anniversary, I went over to Brad’s house to surprise him with breakfast. Brad lived a few miles away so I decided I would take a morning flight to McDonalds, (Brad loves McDonalds breakfast), and pick him up an egg mcmuffin with hashbrowns. I stay above the clouds, and landed when I knew nobody was looking. I walked in to McDonalds, ordered and got his food, and walked back outside. I was walking toward the back of the building so I could get a nice running start, and a little girl ran up to me. “Excuse me, excuse me.” I looked down at her and said “yes?” With puppy dog eyes she asked “Can I have your autograph?” I laughed and asked “Why would you want my autograph?” Then she replied with “Cause your superwoman”. I quickly looked up to see if her parents were around. She was about 7 years old, and she had followed me out of the restaurant. I looked at her, took the pen out of her hand, and signed her cup. SW, for superwoman of course, and I took off in to the air. I know I’m not supposed to let any body know about my ability, but she already saw me once, so I figured I could make her day if I took off right in front of her. As I flew through the clouds, I looked back to see the little girl smiling, and grasping her cup as if she would never let go of it. It felt amazing, but I hoped I wouldn’t come across the little girl again. It took me about 5 minutes to get to Brads house, and I landed in the woods behind his house. When ever I would walk to his house with him from my house, we would cut through the woods, so it didn’t look weird or anything coming from his woods. I walked up his driveway and up on to his porch. I rang the doorbell and a tall man with a white beard answered the door. I was yet to meet Brad’s parents and at that moment I was about to meet his dad. I never had the chance to meet his parents, because they travel a lot with their work. His dad is some sort of contractor who works out of Europe and his mom works as his assistant. His dad looked me up and down, and then replied with “You’re as beautiful as my son says your are, I am Robert, Brad’s father.” I told him that it was really nice to meet him, and he said it was his pleasure. I asked him if brad was awake yet, and he said not yet, but I could come in to wake up him. Brad’s Dad looked strangely familiar to me, but I didn’t know from where. I made my journey up stairs and I noticed an office that I never noticed before because the door was always shut. I had asked Brad before what was in the office, but he always told me it was all of his dad’s junk. When I peaked into the office, I noticed that it was full of microscopes, books, and everything scientific. It reminded me of my dad’s lab that he keeps in our basement. I know that Brad’s Dad is a contractor, so perhaps he studies science in his spare time. I’m kind of a noisy person, so I stepped in to the office to have better look. That’s when I saw it. It was a photo of twelve men, who were all dressed in white lab coats. They were standing in front of sign that read, Kissimmee Research Facility, and in the picture, yup, was my father, and three men away, was the man I had just met at the door. Brad’s Dad worked in the research facility with my dad, he was in a lab coat, which means he was a scientist, and he has a son that is the same age as I am.. IS IT POSSIBLE? Is Brad different like I am. I heard a sound coming from the downstairs, moving closer, and closer. I ran out of the room and darted in to Brad’s bedroom, where he was still sleeping. I jumped on his bed to wake him up, and acted as if nothing was wrong. I kept thinking that if I could maybe get him by this window somehow, I could push him out of it, and test abilities. But that wouldn’t be so good if he didn’t have the ability, because well, then I would have committed murder. I thought that maybe I should ask him about the office, but then he would know I was ease dropping. Then I thought about it. Brad has seen my dad multiple times, and he has probably seen the picture in the office. Does Brad know about my secret? I had to find out some how so I decided to do something incredibly stupid, but it would answer my questions. When Brad finally got out of bed, I told him, I hated my life, and I walked over to the window. I opened it, sat on the edge, and told him, that it was nice knowing him. I wasn’t suicidal, and I knew if I jumped out of the window, I probably wouldn’t die, I would just get hurt, but if Brad had the ability, he would fly down to save me. If he didn’t, well I would begin flight before I hit the bottom. I fell backwards out of the window. I closed my eyes, counted to 3, and started up my flight before I hit the ground and then lowered myself to the ground. Brad didn’t try to save me, which meant he couldn’t fly. But, what was worse than that was he wasn’t even looking out of the window to see if I was ok. He was gone. I sat their on the ground looking up to the sky, trying to figure out what I would tell Brad when he came outside. That’s when I saw him, he wasn’t in his window, he wasn’t walking out of his door to help me, he was above the clouds, looking down at me smiling. He lowered him self to the ground. I sat up to meet him, and his eyes caught mine. He opened his mouth and said to me “I knew it”. I remember smiling and saying “I’m so glad I don’t have to explain to you that I’m a not a suicidal crazy woman.” We both laughed and walked inside. When we got inside, he called for his dad, and we told him. His dad seemed to be very surprised that my father and he had moved into the same area. Brad’s father said that my father and he were very good friends in the lab, and that he would love to get back in touch with him and run some studies on Brad and I. I invited him to dinner at my house that night. I had to get home to tell my parents about Brad, and also get help my mother prepare something for dinner, so I kissed Brad good bye. The kiss that morning was different that any of them had ever been. After the kiss, his moist lips traveled to my ear, and the sweetest air escaped from them. He whispered “I love you”. Brad wasn’t a mushy person at all, and he and I never said the “L” word to each other. I never said it because of past experiences when I think I broke hearts with it, but he never said it because he was a tough boy. But that morning, it came out. The meaningfulness behind the words touched my heart. When the air ran out, and his heart had spoken, I had no idea how to respond. I never though I would hear that from Brad, even though I knew he did. I remember squeezing him tight after he said that and felt both of our blood rushing together. “I love you too Brad”.
I looked up to the sky, and looked back at Brad. I laughed and said “Seeya later Superman” he winked at me and replied with “Ok superwoman”. I laughed, and took off in to the air. I wasn’t even worried about anybody seeing me this time because I was loaded with happiness and kept thinking and repeating Brad’s words in my head. I love you, I love you. I love you. He loved me and he meant it. When I arrived at home, I raced in the house nearly knocking my mother of her feet. It was her lunch break at work so I didn’t have much time to explain to her the great news. “Mom, Brad and me, well we both fly, Dad worked with Brad’s dad in Kissimmee, and both of us have Aerocitus running through our blood. And well”. She stopped my rambling “YOUR KIDDING ME”. I began rambling again. “Mom, no! Were both ENHANCED”. The look on her face was actually really motherly. My mom is a working woman, who hid herself in her work every since I came across my ability. She blames my problem on herself because she wasn’t a stay at home mom when I was little. She thinks that if she would have been home to take care of me, then I wouldn’t have ever had to go to daycare at my Dad’s work. But that day, when I told her about Brad, the look of failure was wiped off her face, and happiness shot from one ear to another. She knew I was happy, and it made her happy. It wasn’t that I wasn’t happy with my ability, because I think it’s the most amazing thing to fly, but she was always worried that I would end up being a test subject my whole life, and that Aerocitus might end up killing me sometime in the future. I felt different from other people, but I was never really unhappy. But that day, all her guilt seemed to go away, and she was my mom again.
Later that night, Brad and his father joined us for dinner. My dad knew we were having company, but he had no idea who it was. When he answered the door, he was absolutely delighted to see Mr. Robinson. When Brad followed behind him, my father made the connection that it was his father. It took about 30 seconds, for him to ask the question “Don’t tell me he is one of the seven.” Before Mr. Robinson answered my dad’s question my father remembered “Brad Robinson, subject number 5, accidental Aerocitus consumption.” Brad stepped in front of his father and spoke “that would be me”, he slightly lifted off the ground and did a little bow. That’s why I love Brad. He is soo funny, and so cute. A smile came across my Dad’s face, and he shook Brad’s hand and welcomed his father in. My father and Mr. Robinson talked through out the entire dinner, entire desert, and far into the night time. Brad and I stopped listening after about the first half of dinner. After dinner was done, Brad asked me if I would like to step outside for a little bit, and I agreed. We walked outside, and he grabbed my hand. He turned me towards him, and he told me he loved me again. I squeezed his hand tighter and we both shot up into the air. Our first flight together was amazing. The night was cloudless, with thousands of stars shining brighter then they ever had. The moon was a perfect crescent that smiled at us as we flew by. We didn’t talk much as we flew above our street and over our high school, but we knew exactly what we both were thinking. Love, destiny, Fate. I loved Brad and Brad loved me. We flew for about an hour, and we headed back home before our parents would start to worry. When we arrived at home, we flew through my bedroom window and landed smoothly upon my floor. My parents were in the basement showing Mr. Robinson my Dad’s lab, and they were not going to bother us for awhile. Brad’s eyes shimmered as they glared into mine. His hand was still entangled within mine from when he first grabbed it after dinner. I kissed him, and I kissed him hard. He kissed me back, and my body began to go numb. With Brad my life was complete, and with me, his was too. The kissing became more intimate. We laid on my bed, he was above me. I noticed a tear forming in his eye, and I knew he wasn’t crying because he was sad, but because he knew that I could be his for the rest of his life. He whispered I love you, and I told him I loved him back. He kissed me. Yes. Brad and I made love that night. It wasn’t sex, it was love. We were only sixteen years old, but love is something that is hard to control, and we didn’t even bother controlling it because we both knew that we were fate. We were each others destiny.
A year has passed and Brad and I are still together and better then ever. Our daily routine consists of fighting off villains and monsters, and flying around in our big red capes. Ok, Ok, were not really super heroes but we do our fair share of helping people. We saved a little boy from a burning building about a month ago. The child wasn’t even traumatized at all, he just kept asking Brad and I if we had cool hideouts, and if we had cool costumes at home. We laughed and played along with the little boy by saying we have a hideout in Hawaii, above the clouds and that our costumes were green and purple. We put the boy on ground away from the building where it was safe, and flew up in to the air where nobody would see us until the fire trucks arrived. It was a great feeling to help out that little boy, but it was sad to think that everyone would just think he is delusional when he tells them that two “super people” flew him from the burning building to the ground, and that we had super hideouts in Hawaii. Brad and I still laugh about it today. Our fathers put together a new form of Aerocitus. It works on space ships just like it was intended too. Both of our families are pretty wealthy now, but we don’t act like it. Brad and I act like normal kids, living a normal senior year. We have tests, we have friends, we have family, and were getting ready for college. The only difference is we don’t spend as much money on gas money, and we travel to different states frequently for free. (Were not complaining) Our fathers were trying to figure out away to remove our ability so Brad and I could live normal lives, but Brad and I decided that we were challenged with this ability for a reason, and we wanted to live out our life the way it was supposed to be.
I sit here in psychology, and I stare across the room where Brad is sitting. When the teacher turns his head, Brandon begins waving his arms up and down as if he was flying like a bird. The whole class giggles as if Brad is making fun of the teacher, but I know what he is really asking me. I have five hours left of school today and a hot date in the clouds. A few weeks of school left, I wonder what life will be like in college.
Monday, March 19, 2007
Does anybody hate math as much as i do? Does it make you so frustrated to the point where you would like to take you calculator and burn it? Does a calculator even help you.. or does it confuse you even more? MATH IS POINTLESS! Why would we learn all this nonsence, if were never going to use it. I mean seriously. When will you ever use sin or cosin. I would rather become a bagger at Kroger my whole life, than use math to do a job. No matter how hard i try in math, i seem to get further behind. It's like Tricia trys hard, grade gets lower. Tricia understands, grade gets lower. WHAT THE HELL! The worst part is, you think that maybe you should just not try and go with the flow, and nope, my grade gets worst. THERE IS NOTHING TO DO! Math should be taken out of the school curriculum. Its not time worthy. If we didn't have math, im sure the suicide rates among teens would lower. Ok, maybe i'm exaggerating a little bit, but for real, people would be much more relaxed if their was no such thing as math! WHO EVER CREATED IT, has some issues to deal with mE!
Does anybody hate math as much as i do? Does it make you so frustrated to the point where you would like to take you calculator and burn it? Does a calculator even help you.. or does it confuse you even more? MATH IS POINTLESS! Why would we learn all this nonsence, if were never going to use it. I mean seriously. When will you ever use sin or cosin. I would rather become a bagger at Kroger my whole life, than use math to do a job. No matter how hard i try in math, i seem to get further behind. It's like Tricia trys hard, grade gets lower. Tricia understands, grade gets lower. WHAT THE HELL! The worst part is, you think that maybe you should just not try and go with the flow, and nope, my grade gets worst. THERE IS NOTHING TO DO! Math should be taken out of the school curriculum. Its not time worthy. If we didn't have math, im sure the suicide rates among teens would lower. Ok, maybe i'm exaggerating a little bit, but for real, people would be much more relaxed if their was no such thing as math! WHO EVER CREATED IT, has some issues to deal with mE!
Friday, March 16, 2007
Sonnet
LOVE WILL LAST
Our days are limited, lets make them last
In hope my time with you will feel forever
I know every day with you will fly by soo fast
Every day that passes, I won’t miss a minute, never
Till death do us part, what the priest will claim
To make this last we must keep our love from the start
If we break and lose the love, its’ us to blame
So will work things out and never be apart
With the ring upon our fingers, the symbol love
With in your heart, I will always stay
Meet you in heaven, they’ll care for me above
Even when I’m gone, I’ll be with you ever day
The time is now, that I have seen the light
On I go, I know that you will be alright
Our days are limited, lets make them last
In hope my time with you will feel forever
I know every day with you will fly by soo fast
Every day that passes, I won’t miss a minute, never
Till death do us part, what the priest will claim
To make this last we must keep our love from the start
If we break and lose the love, its’ us to blame
So will work things out and never be apart
With the ring upon our fingers, the symbol love
With in your heart, I will always stay
Meet you in heaven, they’ll care for me above
Even when I’m gone, I’ll be with you ever day
The time is now, that I have seen the light
On I go, I know that you will be alright
Sonnet
This Magic Moment Didn’t Last
Your cold lips in the morning, went away
The sweet sound of your voice lingers on by
Promised me you would not go, you would stay
Broke my heart when you left, you were a lie
You created these tears that hide within me
because your heart was warm, now it is cold
Magic moment was there, but now I see
You are all alone, with no one to hold
I walk away with a smile, not frown
You’re still on my mind, but not every day
I won’t let your heartless self bring me down
Your far from my heart, that’s how you will stay
Good bye to you, it is over and its done
A life of my own, has now just begun
Your cold lips in the morning, went away
The sweet sound of your voice lingers on by
Promised me you would not go, you would stay
Broke my heart when you left, you were a lie
You created these tears that hide within me
because your heart was warm, now it is cold
Magic moment was there, but now I see
You are all alone, with no one to hold
I walk away with a smile, not frown
You’re still on my mind, but not every day
I won’t let your heartless self bring me down
Your far from my heart, that’s how you will stay
Good bye to you, it is over and its done
A life of my own, has now just begun
Thursday, March 15, 2007
The Unknown Emotion
I believe in a long, prolonged, derangement of the senses in order to obtain the unknown.
Jim Morrison
Touch. His hand becomes entangled with in mine, the shiver runs all the way up my arm and into my shoulders. It feels as if somebody is gently tickling me with the end of a feather. From there it runs all the way down my back, and back up to my shoulders. With his strong arms around me, I feel as if my chest is full of pressure. I can feel my blood rushing from the closeness of him, and my stomach becomes full of wild butterflies that seem to have just taken a hit of speed. The butterflies are trapped, and they are trying to come out. I want them out as much as they want to be let out, but there is no way to get them out. The butterflies continue to push and pound against my insides. When he whispers in my ear, the tingle runs through my body like a lightning bolt, unstoppable. After this I try to breathe normally, but my breathing increases tremendously, as well as the swarming of the butterflies. I can feel the red liquid in my veins running through my body. When he places his hand upon my face, the warmth and tenderness of his heart, cause my body temperature to increase at least 2 degrees. I can feel the moisture that was stored up within my hands, begin to seep out. My hands become sticky from the combination of my hand lotion, and the moisture.
Sight. His beautiful brown eyes stare into mine. The sparkle from his eyes blinds me from everything else in my view, but the vision of him remains intact. I can see the slight lift of his eyebrow, which tells me the story of his love for me. I watch his face transform as he begins to smile. Anything could happen around me, and I still would only be focused on him and his beauty.
Taste. When he places his lips upon mine, the taste that was previously in my mouth becomes extinct, and the tastes of his lips take over my taste buds. My taste buds surrender to the passion of his kiss. I can taste the spark of the chemistry that I and he produced. His kiss tastes like sweet apple pie that was made from the sweetest of apples. Fresh, warm, and filling, I can’t get enough.
Smell. The air around me smells of freshness, like the earth after a heavy rainfall. I can smell bits and pieces of his cologne, and they tickle my nose as each hair stands up to try to catch the smell as it passes by. His cologne must be a mixture of some sort of passion fruit, and a strong amount of pine. A scent of femininity, the passion fruit, is taken over by the strong scent of masculinity, the pine. With every inhale, my nose becomes more wanting, and needing, like a drug.
Hearing. I can hear each one of his breaths form in his lungs and exit from his mouth and nose. It gets louder, and louder, as I get closer. His breathing plays a rhythm in my ear, which becomes my favorite tune every time. When he whispers softer, the air from his mouth vibrates my ear drum in the most sensitive way, causing the tingle down my neck, and through out my entire body. His whisper puts me in a state of relaxation, as the rain on my window does late at night.
Thought. The reactions from the other five senses collide at the spinal cord which produces a spark large enough to cause a fire. The fire travels up my spinal cord as a fuse and heads straight to my brain, which acts as the bomb. When the fuse hits the bomb, the explosion causes a chain reaction of fireworks to occur. The fireworks produce a thick smoke that clouds my vision of reality and sends me to a land of fantasy. He and I run across the field of roses, hand in hand, beneath the cloudless night sky. With the moon on our backs, we run towards the unknown, that we know is our reality, but intense enough to be our fantasy. With the help of touch, sight, taste, smell, and hearing, thought, the sixth sense finally discovers one of the unknowns, love.
Jim Morrison
Touch. His hand becomes entangled with in mine, the shiver runs all the way up my arm and into my shoulders. It feels as if somebody is gently tickling me with the end of a feather. From there it runs all the way down my back, and back up to my shoulders. With his strong arms around me, I feel as if my chest is full of pressure. I can feel my blood rushing from the closeness of him, and my stomach becomes full of wild butterflies that seem to have just taken a hit of speed. The butterflies are trapped, and they are trying to come out. I want them out as much as they want to be let out, but there is no way to get them out. The butterflies continue to push and pound against my insides. When he whispers in my ear, the tingle runs through my body like a lightning bolt, unstoppable. After this I try to breathe normally, but my breathing increases tremendously, as well as the swarming of the butterflies. I can feel the red liquid in my veins running through my body. When he places his hand upon my face, the warmth and tenderness of his heart, cause my body temperature to increase at least 2 degrees. I can feel the moisture that was stored up within my hands, begin to seep out. My hands become sticky from the combination of my hand lotion, and the moisture.
Sight. His beautiful brown eyes stare into mine. The sparkle from his eyes blinds me from everything else in my view, but the vision of him remains intact. I can see the slight lift of his eyebrow, which tells me the story of his love for me. I watch his face transform as he begins to smile. Anything could happen around me, and I still would only be focused on him and his beauty.
Taste. When he places his lips upon mine, the taste that was previously in my mouth becomes extinct, and the tastes of his lips take over my taste buds. My taste buds surrender to the passion of his kiss. I can taste the spark of the chemistry that I and he produced. His kiss tastes like sweet apple pie that was made from the sweetest of apples. Fresh, warm, and filling, I can’t get enough.
Smell. The air around me smells of freshness, like the earth after a heavy rainfall. I can smell bits and pieces of his cologne, and they tickle my nose as each hair stands up to try to catch the smell as it passes by. His cologne must be a mixture of some sort of passion fruit, and a strong amount of pine. A scent of femininity, the passion fruit, is taken over by the strong scent of masculinity, the pine. With every inhale, my nose becomes more wanting, and needing, like a drug.
Hearing. I can hear each one of his breaths form in his lungs and exit from his mouth and nose. It gets louder, and louder, as I get closer. His breathing plays a rhythm in my ear, which becomes my favorite tune every time. When he whispers softer, the air from his mouth vibrates my ear drum in the most sensitive way, causing the tingle down my neck, and through out my entire body. His whisper puts me in a state of relaxation, as the rain on my window does late at night.
Thought. The reactions from the other five senses collide at the spinal cord which produces a spark large enough to cause a fire. The fire travels up my spinal cord as a fuse and heads straight to my brain, which acts as the bomb. When the fuse hits the bomb, the explosion causes a chain reaction of fireworks to occur. The fireworks produce a thick smoke that clouds my vision of reality and sends me to a land of fantasy. He and I run across the field of roses, hand in hand, beneath the cloudless night sky. With the moon on our backs, we run towards the unknown, that we know is our reality, but intense enough to be our fantasy. With the help of touch, sight, taste, smell, and hearing, thought, the sixth sense finally discovers one of the unknowns, love.
Dear My Big Sister Kelly’s Big Toes,
I really don’t understand why you want to cause my sister so much distress and pain. I mean I understand that she walks all over you sometimes, but its part of life. People walk on feet. You two big toes always seem to get in the way of my sisters pathway. You blame it on the suitcases, but maybe next time you should be more observant of your surroundings. I mean seriously, why would you grow your toenails to such lengths that they destroy things in their path? Or at least you try to destroy things in your path, but what really happens, is they tear you apart, literally. You two big toes each battled the suitcase, a year a part and lost miserably both times. It started out with you Right Big Toe; you took on that suitcase with your cockiness, and lost your own toenail. Your toenail was your only defense weapon against anything and you lost it somewhere on your battle field, or what I would like to call the carpet. As you waited for your defense weapon to grow back, you thought you would hide undercover with that red paint you placed upon yourself. I never wanted to tell you this, but you looked like a complete idiot. You stuck out like a sore thumb (not trying to compare you to your superior twin or anything) trying to blend in with your other more innocent toes. Months went on and your strength began coming back. Your defense weapon was almost done growing, and you were training for your next battle, when your good friend to the left of you decided to take on the suit case. Left Big Toe, what were you thinking? Did you not see your fellow friend Right Big Toe get destroyed by this object about 7 months back? Your stupidity continues to amaze me and humor me at times. I watch now as you turn blue, and black, and become weaker as each day passes. I wait for the day that your own toenail falls to the battlefield and I await the picture of your progress that I know my sister will be sending me. She feels as if you two inconsiderate Toes have failed her. Think about all the love she has given you from painting you, washing you, and giving you a break when you need it. She even supplies you with the most comfortable socks and shoes. Think about all the pain you have caused her in this past year. I almost forgot about the pain you caused her a couple years back when you decided to try to sprout wings. TOES CANT GROW WINGS, they can only produce ingrown toenails. I believe it was you Left Big Toe, who came up with the idea to grow wings and I do believe it was you Right Big Toe to follow your friends footsteps and try it. I remember my sister not even being able to walk after you two decided to test out your abilities. Well, you failed, and you failed miserably, again. My sister had to get your “wings’’ removed, and suffered a great deal of pain with that surgery. Once again, she was worrying about you two. She soaked you in salts and made sure you two didn’t get infected
You put my sister through a lot, and you don’t deserve to be painted or cared for ever again. I just wanted to tell you that “I know my feet” and they respect me more then anything. As for you, you need to learn to respect my sister and treat her how you would like to be treated. That is all for now, thank you for your time.
I really don’t understand why you want to cause my sister so much distress and pain. I mean I understand that she walks all over you sometimes, but its part of life. People walk on feet. You two big toes always seem to get in the way of my sisters pathway. You blame it on the suitcases, but maybe next time you should be more observant of your surroundings. I mean seriously, why would you grow your toenails to such lengths that they destroy things in their path? Or at least you try to destroy things in your path, but what really happens, is they tear you apart, literally. You two big toes each battled the suitcase, a year a part and lost miserably both times. It started out with you Right Big Toe; you took on that suitcase with your cockiness, and lost your own toenail. Your toenail was your only defense weapon against anything and you lost it somewhere on your battle field, or what I would like to call the carpet. As you waited for your defense weapon to grow back, you thought you would hide undercover with that red paint you placed upon yourself. I never wanted to tell you this, but you looked like a complete idiot. You stuck out like a sore thumb (not trying to compare you to your superior twin or anything) trying to blend in with your other more innocent toes. Months went on and your strength began coming back. Your defense weapon was almost done growing, and you were training for your next battle, when your good friend to the left of you decided to take on the suit case. Left Big Toe, what were you thinking? Did you not see your fellow friend Right Big Toe get destroyed by this object about 7 months back? Your stupidity continues to amaze me and humor me at times. I watch now as you turn blue, and black, and become weaker as each day passes. I wait for the day that your own toenail falls to the battlefield and I await the picture of your progress that I know my sister will be sending me. She feels as if you two inconsiderate Toes have failed her. Think about all the love she has given you from painting you, washing you, and giving you a break when you need it. She even supplies you with the most comfortable socks and shoes. Think about all the pain you have caused her in this past year. I almost forgot about the pain you caused her a couple years back when you decided to try to sprout wings. TOES CANT GROW WINGS, they can only produce ingrown toenails. I believe it was you Left Big Toe, who came up with the idea to grow wings and I do believe it was you Right Big Toe to follow your friends footsteps and try it. I remember my sister not even being able to walk after you two decided to test out your abilities. Well, you failed, and you failed miserably, again. My sister had to get your “wings’’ removed, and suffered a great deal of pain with that surgery. Once again, she was worrying about you two. She soaked you in salts and made sure you two didn’t get infected
You put my sister through a lot, and you don’t deserve to be painted or cared for ever again. I just wanted to tell you that “I know my feet” and they respect me more then anything. As for you, you need to learn to respect my sister and treat her how you would like to be treated. That is all for now, thank you for your time.
The boy, was beautiful. He is nineteen inches long, 7.34 pounds, brown eyes, which are destined to change, and lots of dark brown hair, that will lighten. His name is JOhnathan David, and he is absolutley adorable. My sister gave birth to Jonanthan David, on Monday morning. When i first held him in my arms, i felt a strong connection. I couldn't wait for him to grow up to play soccer with his brother, sister, and I. Being only 2 hours old when i first held him, his skin was a purpley red color. My sister was doped up on morphine, and she kept on telling every body that her head is drunk, and her body isn't. It was actually really funny. My new nephew is going to a be a cool kid, and as much as i want to keep him little, i can't wait to see what he's like when he is older.
Wednesday, January 31, 2007
My Life List
No body ever knows how many days you have left until your last breath. What will you do before you leave this world? I know what I would do.
My Life List
1. Get married.
To somebody who loves and cares about me as much as I love and care about them.
2. Have 2 or 3 kids
Who will love life and make good decisions
3. Travel to Germany
To visit my german exchange families and learn more about the German culture
4. Travel to France
For a romantic vacation with my boyfriend or husband
5. Travel to Australia
To support Steve Erwin ( RIP )
6. Become Famous
Who wouldn’t want to be famous?
7. Live in Hawaii
Away from stress and work
8. Stop terrorism
Screw you, find something better to do with yourselfs
9. Sky dive
I love a good thrill
10. Meet Tom Delonge (Blink 182)
And hopefully marry him and bare his children
11. Start a band
Make myself known through my music
12. Publish a story
Something that will teach people a lesson, and let them learn from my mistakes
13. Find a cure for Cancer
Saves Billions of people
14. Find a cure for AIDS
Save Billions of people
15. Go to college
Learn how to run a business, and have the experience of a lifetime
16. Own my own business
Make money to support my family.
17. Invent something worth billions
So I can donate to charity and spoil my family with.
18. Have a dog
To cuddle with when I need somebody
19. Be able to fly (without an airplane)
this would just be amazing
20. Be able to make Chicken noodle soup just like my dad
because it is absolutely delicious
21. Be on a reality TV Show
To be the person everyone will always remember
22. Meet Flavor Flav
The coolest black man ever
23. Watch my kids have kids
More people to love
24. Travel the entire United States with a motor home.
To experience my country hands on
25. Learn how to surf
Looks challenging, I love a challenge
26. Deep sea diving
To get over my fear of sharks
27. Audition for American Idol
For a good laugh
28. Go on a cruise with Ali, Justin, and Brandon.
Spend time with three amazing people
29. Live on a boat
So I can go for a cruise when ever I wanted
30. Fly a helicopter
It would be so much fun
31. Watch an entire star wars movie
Never watched star wars before and people constantly tell I have to watch it
32. Go to the moon
So somebody actually accomplishes this task
My Life List
1. Get married.
To somebody who loves and cares about me as much as I love and care about them.
2. Have 2 or 3 kids
Who will love life and make good decisions
3. Travel to Germany
To visit my german exchange families and learn more about the German culture
4. Travel to France
For a romantic vacation with my boyfriend or husband
5. Travel to Australia
To support Steve Erwin ( RIP )
6. Become Famous
Who wouldn’t want to be famous?
7. Live in Hawaii
Away from stress and work
8. Stop terrorism
Screw you, find something better to do with yourselfs
9. Sky dive
I love a good thrill
10. Meet Tom Delonge (Blink 182)
And hopefully marry him and bare his children
11. Start a band
Make myself known through my music
12. Publish a story
Something that will teach people a lesson, and let them learn from my mistakes
13. Find a cure for Cancer
Saves Billions of people
14. Find a cure for AIDS
Save Billions of people
15. Go to college
Learn how to run a business, and have the experience of a lifetime
16. Own my own business
Make money to support my family.
17. Invent something worth billions
So I can donate to charity and spoil my family with.
18. Have a dog
To cuddle with when I need somebody
19. Be able to fly (without an airplane)
this would just be amazing
20. Be able to make Chicken noodle soup just like my dad
because it is absolutely delicious
21. Be on a reality TV Show
To be the person everyone will always remember
22. Meet Flavor Flav
The coolest black man ever
23. Watch my kids have kids
More people to love
24. Travel the entire United States with a motor home.
To experience my country hands on
25. Learn how to surf
Looks challenging, I love a challenge
26. Deep sea diving
To get over my fear of sharks
27. Audition for American Idol
For a good laugh
28. Go on a cruise with Ali, Justin, and Brandon.
Spend time with three amazing people
29. Live on a boat
So I can go for a cruise when ever I wanted
30. Fly a helicopter
It would be so much fun
31. Watch an entire star wars movie
Never watched star wars before and people constantly tell I have to watch it
32. Go to the moon
So somebody actually accomplishes this task
Here I am, I am OUT! Was I A mistake? Did I really take my momma nine months to make? This creative, unique creation she made, Will I go on forever or will I fade?
I hope to make a difference in my life before I leave
I’ll do what it takes to have the chance to change someone’s bad air that they breathe.
If I could go on forever, I would keep my past
And remember all the memories that I would like to last
I grow old, my personality unfolds and I realize how much my thoughts really hold.
Different is what I am, and different in what I think
I don’t follow trends and I m far from the weakest link
I think about love, and I believe it to be,
The most important thing in my life to my lover and me.
I think about how life would be if I was only an inch tall
I would have the coolest little house in a hole in the wall
I think about switching lives with someone else and how it would be
I would pick the guy of my dreams, and make him fall in love with me.
Lots of things run through my head,
This is only a few that you have read.
It is hard to believe I am 18 years old when I act and think like I'm three or so I am told.
I laugh at myself now as I did when I was three
I still love life, and I am as loving as I can be.
I still believe in Santa when I know he isn’t true
I dress up on Halloween and have fun just like I used to.
My friends and my family who watched me grow to this age
Tell me that I’ll never be different, I will never change.
I am tough,
I never let my guard down, and I won’t lose a fight
I am loving,
I cuddle with my mom in the morning, the afternoon, and at night.
I am crazy,
I run around the mall and scream things with all my might
And I am fun
To me and myself my life has just begun.
I hope to make a difference in my life before I leave
I’ll do what it takes to have the chance to change someone’s bad air that they breathe.
If I could go on forever, I would keep my past
And remember all the memories that I would like to last
I grow old, my personality unfolds and I realize how much my thoughts really hold.
Different is what I am, and different in what I think
I don’t follow trends and I m far from the weakest link
I think about love, and I believe it to be,
The most important thing in my life to my lover and me.
I think about how life would be if I was only an inch tall
I would have the coolest little house in a hole in the wall
I think about switching lives with someone else and how it would be
I would pick the guy of my dreams, and make him fall in love with me.
Lots of things run through my head,
This is only a few that you have read.
It is hard to believe I am 18 years old when I act and think like I'm three or so I am told.
I laugh at myself now as I did when I was three
I still love life, and I am as loving as I can be.
I still believe in Santa when I know he isn’t true
I dress up on Halloween and have fun just like I used to.
My friends and my family who watched me grow to this age
Tell me that I’ll never be different, I will never change.
I am tough,
I never let my guard down, and I won’t lose a fight
I am loving,
I cuddle with my mom in the morning, the afternoon, and at night.
I am crazy,
I run around the mall and scream things with all my might
And I am fun
To me and myself my life has just begun.
Monday, January 29, 2007
Dear Heart
Dear Heart,
It is about time you and I had a talk, and since I cannot talk to you in person, I will do it thru this letter. You and I butt heads all the time. Not only do you have a history of heart problems, but you have a history of breaking. I just want to know why you make me feel all mushy toward so many bad guys. You always make my decisions for me, and from now on, its over! I am making the decisions now.
Ok, I don’t mean to make this a depressing letter or anything,I just wanted to let you know how I feel. I know you think that some guys are perfect for me, but you have to wait longer before you decide that I love them. You always push me too far. For example, what about that one night? The night you made me fall for the guy who sang to me “Somewhere Over the Rainbow”, while we danced in the moonlight. What were you thinking? I mean seriously! I agree that the first kiss was amazing, like beyond amazing, but you can’t judge love by a first kiss, even if it comes with a smooth bow. You made me fall for him so fast, that I couldn’t even control myself to make rational decisions. That was the last straw for you. When that ended, I knew that you were only out to hurt me. You made me fall for someone who couldn’t give two shits about me. How could you do that do me, when I’ve carried you along with me for so long?
I’ll stop harping on you now, and I acknowledge you for your previous decisions, like Brandon. You were right about pushing me to like him and you were right about confronting my mind about it first. I know that sometimes my mind wanders and doesn’t seem to have time for you, but I’m really glad you took the time to figure things out on this one. He is perfect and he cares about me more then anyone has ever cared about me. Thank you for taking the time to consider him, but it still doesn’t make up for the last time you screwed me over. I still don’t know what you were thinking. Maybe it’s because he took the time to slow dance with me in the middle of K-mart parking lot at midnight. It was the song we danced to by Eric Clapton called “Wonderful Tonight” that got you fired up wasn't it? Yes, it was romantic but it wasn’t love. How couldn’t you tell that he was playing me all along? Sorry, as you can see that is a very sensitive subject that you brought upon me. I guess I haven’t really forgiven you yet for that.
It’s about time you and I start agreeing on things more. You need to slow yourself down when it comes to love. You need to have meetings with my mind anytime you think you may be falling. As of right now, you’re working well with my mind. I love Brandon, and for once I am actually getting love back, which means your doing your job. Thank you. I hope your arteries stay clear and your veins run smoothly.
Love always, (literally)
Tricia
It is about time you and I had a talk, and since I cannot talk to you in person, I will do it thru this letter. You and I butt heads all the time. Not only do you have a history of heart problems, but you have a history of breaking. I just want to know why you make me feel all mushy toward so many bad guys. You always make my decisions for me, and from now on, its over! I am making the decisions now.
Ok, I don’t mean to make this a depressing letter or anything,I just wanted to let you know how I feel. I know you think that some guys are perfect for me, but you have to wait longer before you decide that I love them. You always push me too far. For example, what about that one night? The night you made me fall for the guy who sang to me “Somewhere Over the Rainbow”, while we danced in the moonlight. What were you thinking? I mean seriously! I agree that the first kiss was amazing, like beyond amazing, but you can’t judge love by a first kiss, even if it comes with a smooth bow. You made me fall for him so fast, that I couldn’t even control myself to make rational decisions. That was the last straw for you. When that ended, I knew that you were only out to hurt me. You made me fall for someone who couldn’t give two shits about me. How could you do that do me, when I’ve carried you along with me for so long?
I’ll stop harping on you now, and I acknowledge you for your previous decisions, like Brandon. You were right about pushing me to like him and you were right about confronting my mind about it first. I know that sometimes my mind wanders and doesn’t seem to have time for you, but I’m really glad you took the time to figure things out on this one. He is perfect and he cares about me more then anyone has ever cared about me. Thank you for taking the time to consider him, but it still doesn’t make up for the last time you screwed me over. I still don’t know what you were thinking. Maybe it’s because he took the time to slow dance with me in the middle of K-mart parking lot at midnight. It was the song we danced to by Eric Clapton called “Wonderful Tonight” that got you fired up wasn't it? Yes, it was romantic but it wasn’t love. How couldn’t you tell that he was playing me all along? Sorry, as you can see that is a very sensitive subject that you brought upon me. I guess I haven’t really forgiven you yet for that.
It’s about time you and I start agreeing on things more. You need to slow yourself down when it comes to love. You need to have meetings with my mind anytime you think you may be falling. As of right now, you’re working well with my mind. I love Brandon, and for once I am actually getting love back, which means your doing your job. Thank you. I hope your arteries stay clear and your veins run smoothly.
Love always, (literally)
Tricia
Thursday, January 25, 2007
First Love
It was August 26, 2000. I still remember the first time I saw him. He was wearing a bright yellow jacket with a white shirt beneath it. It was the end of my first day of middle school, and I was walking out of my English class. I turned to talk to my best friend, and there from beyond her shoulder I saw him. Everything at the moment seemed to freeze, and everything became blurred except for this beautiful boy in yellow. The world seemed frozen for at least an hour as I stood there and admired his beauty. Right then and there, I figured out that this was the guy I am going to marry. I watched as he grew closer and watched his long brown hair shine and sway in the light as he walked passed the blurred people and lockers of the hallway. It was right after this when we made eye contact for the first time ever. I remember his green eyes glistening staring right into mine for the split second. Although I wasn’t sure at that time if he actually noticed me, but I sure loved ever moment of it. When the world unfroze, I once again heard the voice of my friend, but still had no idea what she was talking about because I was still trying to figure out how I was going to meet this boy. Soon he was close enough to touch, but I did not dare to touch him. Not because I was shy, but because he had no idea who I was, and he would have no idea why I was touching him. When I snapped back to reality, my friend was still rambling on about something. I think it was about our English teacher and how he was hilarious, or it could have been about her mom buying apple sauce. Honestly, I have no idea what she was talking about, but I still just nodded my head in agreement to whatever she was going on about.
I took the bus home that day and the whole ride home, I thought about this long haired boy in yellow. What was his name? Did he have a girlfriend? Would he like me? All these questions were repetitively running over and over in my mind. When I got home, I couldn’t wait to go back to school the next day and hopefully find out more about this boy. It just so happens that I didn’t find any information about this boy because I didn’t see him again for about two weeks. I remember sitting at home one Friday night after school. At this time, I was becoming really good friends with the brother of my sister’s best friend, and I got a phone call. “Hey, Is Tricia there?” I stood for a second, and then responded with “yea, this is Tricia.” There was a pause and then the person on the other side of the phone said, “Ilan asked me to call you and tell you to get online”. I replied with “ok, but who are you?” There was another pause and then an answer. “This is Dennis.” I had no idea who Dennis was, but there was something about his voice I just loved. I said “ok” and we both said goodbye at the same time.
I went online, and I had two Instant messages, one from Ilan and one from another screen name I was unfamiliar with. It ended up being Dennis, and he said that he really wanted to meet me. I ended up meeting him at lunch, and it ended up being the boy in yellow. He was just as amazing as I thought he would be. The first place we hung out, out of school was at the movies with a bunch of other people. This is where Dennis and I had our first actual conversation face to face. It was during the previews before the movie started and I asked Dennis if he knew that Bambi, yes the deer, was incest. It was a really weird conversation but we both had great sense of humors so it turned out to be a great conversation that lasted for a good five minutes or so.
Dennis and I became official boyfriend and girlfriend shortly after that. I know that middle school love usually means you say hi to the person you’re going out with and tell all your friends all about it, but with Dennis and I, it was different. We hung out as much as we could. We had deep conversations about our lives, and about our feelings for each other. One night we even talked on the phone from 9pm until 5 am the next morning. Dennis and I actually planned out our life together. We planned to get married out of Michigan somewhere, and have four kids. They were all going to be pro skate boarders. Dennis and I figured we start training them around age 2 and by like 7 they would be Pro and signed with some major companies.
Once middle school ended, I knew things would be different in high school. I mean new girls, new guys, and new loves? I was really scared that Dennis would find someone else in high school and I thought the best way to prevent me getting hurt was to let him go. It was the hardest thing I ever did, and I still regret it to this day. He was my everything, the love of my life and I watched him slip away slowly and painfully. I even remember someone telling me that he was in love with another girl. Even though at this point we had been separated for over a year, and I had plenty of new crushes since then, I never felt such a sharp pain in my life.
Dennis was the first boy I said I love you too and meant it too. We lasted all through out middle school and went our separate ways in high school. In fact, in high school, we talked maybe six times in 3 years. It wasn’t until my senior year that I realized I still thought about him all the time. We got in contact, and we started over from new. Even though I doubt anything more then friends will come of me and Dennis now, I still think about how much I really did love him and still do. He taught me to believe in love at first sight, and I will always remember him as my first true love.
I took the bus home that day and the whole ride home, I thought about this long haired boy in yellow. What was his name? Did he have a girlfriend? Would he like me? All these questions were repetitively running over and over in my mind. When I got home, I couldn’t wait to go back to school the next day and hopefully find out more about this boy. It just so happens that I didn’t find any information about this boy because I didn’t see him again for about two weeks. I remember sitting at home one Friday night after school. At this time, I was becoming really good friends with the brother of my sister’s best friend, and I got a phone call. “Hey, Is Tricia there?” I stood for a second, and then responded with “yea, this is Tricia.” There was a pause and then the person on the other side of the phone said, “Ilan asked me to call you and tell you to get online”. I replied with “ok, but who are you?” There was another pause and then an answer. “This is Dennis.” I had no idea who Dennis was, but there was something about his voice I just loved. I said “ok” and we both said goodbye at the same time.
I went online, and I had two Instant messages, one from Ilan and one from another screen name I was unfamiliar with. It ended up being Dennis, and he said that he really wanted to meet me. I ended up meeting him at lunch, and it ended up being the boy in yellow. He was just as amazing as I thought he would be. The first place we hung out, out of school was at the movies with a bunch of other people. This is where Dennis and I had our first actual conversation face to face. It was during the previews before the movie started and I asked Dennis if he knew that Bambi, yes the deer, was incest. It was a really weird conversation but we both had great sense of humors so it turned out to be a great conversation that lasted for a good five minutes or so.
Dennis and I became official boyfriend and girlfriend shortly after that. I know that middle school love usually means you say hi to the person you’re going out with and tell all your friends all about it, but with Dennis and I, it was different. We hung out as much as we could. We had deep conversations about our lives, and about our feelings for each other. One night we even talked on the phone from 9pm until 5 am the next morning. Dennis and I actually planned out our life together. We planned to get married out of Michigan somewhere, and have four kids. They were all going to be pro skate boarders. Dennis and I figured we start training them around age 2 and by like 7 they would be Pro and signed with some major companies.
Once middle school ended, I knew things would be different in high school. I mean new girls, new guys, and new loves? I was really scared that Dennis would find someone else in high school and I thought the best way to prevent me getting hurt was to let him go. It was the hardest thing I ever did, and I still regret it to this day. He was my everything, the love of my life and I watched him slip away slowly and painfully. I even remember someone telling me that he was in love with another girl. Even though at this point we had been separated for over a year, and I had plenty of new crushes since then, I never felt such a sharp pain in my life.
Dennis was the first boy I said I love you too and meant it too. We lasted all through out middle school and went our separate ways in high school. In fact, in high school, we talked maybe six times in 3 years. It wasn’t until my senior year that I realized I still thought about him all the time. We got in contact, and we started over from new. Even though I doubt anything more then friends will come of me and Dennis now, I still think about how much I really did love him and still do. He taught me to believe in love at first sight, and I will always remember him as my first true love.
Rockin In My Blue Mobile
Ali and I, oh what a pair
We ride in my car the wind blows our hair
We rock and we roll as the music gets louder
People in other cars look at us funny, but we get prouder
Ali and I are cool in my car
Sometimes we just drive and we drive really far
We jam and we dance all day and all night
People know we are sweet, and they are damn right
My blue mobile is the place to be
Rockin the roads just Ali and Me
Ali and I, oh what a pair
We ride in my car the wind blows our hair
We rock and we roll as the music gets louder
People in other cars look at us funny, but we get prouder
Ali and I are cool in my car
Sometimes we just drive and we drive really far
We jam and we dance all day and all night
People know we are sweet, and they are damn right
My blue mobile is the place to be
Rockin the roads just Ali and Me
Wednesday, January 24, 2007
The Creation of ME!
Here i am, I am OUT! Was i A mistake?
Did I really take my momma nine months to make?
This creative, unique creation she made,
Will it go on forever or will it fade?
As i grow old, my personality unfolds
And i realize how much my thoughts really hold.
It is hard to believe I am 18 years old
when i act and think like I'm three or so i am told.
I am tough, I am loving, i am crazy, i am fun
To me and myself my life has just begun.
Did I really take my momma nine months to make?
This creative, unique creation she made,
Will it go on forever or will it fade?
As i grow old, my personality unfolds
And i realize how much my thoughts really hold.
It is hard to believe I am 18 years old
when i act and think like I'm three or so i am told.
I am tough, I am loving, i am crazy, i am fun
To me and myself my life has just begun.
MY Brain is FAT!
I had headaches all the time so i decided to take out my brain and observe it.
As i set it on the table, i realized that my brain was surrounded my layers and layers of white fat. I started to cut away the fat to find my brain and when i finally found it, it was the size of a golf ball. Yup, i was really feeling dumb at this point, but i placed it back in my head hoping noboy would notice how small my brain was. When i got up to walk around, my neck up was leaning towards my left. I couldn't keep my balance. I guess i took to much fat off the right side and not enough of the left. WOOPS!
How much more creative does it get when you dream about something. This never really happened but it was a crazy dream and i thought it would be fun to blog about.
As i set it on the table, i realized that my brain was surrounded my layers and layers of white fat. I started to cut away the fat to find my brain and when i finally found it, it was the size of a golf ball. Yup, i was really feeling dumb at this point, but i placed it back in my head hoping noboy would notice how small my brain was. When i got up to walk around, my neck up was leaning towards my left. I couldn't keep my balance. I guess i took to much fat off the right side and not enough of the left. WOOPS!
How much more creative does it get when you dream about something. This never really happened but it was a crazy dream and i thought it would be fun to blog about.
Friday, January 19, 2007
Contract
Tricia McDermott
Alison Fuerstnau
To Whom It May Concern:
As representing seniors of this third hour creative writing class we would like to open a few options for you. We think it would be a great idea for the students to pick their own topics of writing. This would allow student to express more freedom as well as creativity. In your favor the students should exceed sixty percent volume during the duration of the year. If we write everyday in class we should be allowed three assignment deadlines extensions. This would provide you with more quality work and it also will decrease the risk of giving the students to much extra time to where they can surf the web. Having an extra credit opportunity of our choice would be greatly appreciated. We would of course ask for your approval of the assignment first. On our part, we would give you your eighty percent attendance that you ask of. If we have all our assignments in with no late work we would love it if you would give us five percent on our final exam.
A field trip would also be a great idea to venture and increase our creativity.
Sincerely,
Tricia and Alison
Alison Fuerstnau
To Whom It May Concern:
As representing seniors of this third hour creative writing class we would like to open a few options for you. We think it would be a great idea for the students to pick their own topics of writing. This would allow student to express more freedom as well as creativity. In your favor the students should exceed sixty percent volume during the duration of the year. If we write everyday in class we should be allowed three assignment deadlines extensions. This would provide you with more quality work and it also will decrease the risk of giving the students to much extra time to where they can surf the web. Having an extra credit opportunity of our choice would be greatly appreciated. We would of course ask for your approval of the assignment first. On our part, we would give you your eighty percent attendance that you ask of. If we have all our assignments in with no late work we would love it if you would give us five percent on our final exam.
A field trip would also be a great idea to venture and increase our creativity.
Sincerely,
Tricia and Alison
Thursday, January 18, 2007
Wednesday, January 17, 2007
Wow..It is senior year!
Wow, its finally here. The time i've been waiting for since i first enrolled in preschool at Community high in Walled Lake. I don't believe it was actually a highschool when i attended it but it definatley is now. I am a senior. Class of 07' baby! Were half way done now which means only a few more months til k-12 ends, and i move forward with my life, college. I plan to attend Michigan State University and study business. If business doesn't end up hitting the spot, i'll probably end up switiching my major to teaching. As of right now, it is too soon to determine what i will do. I don't actually feel ready for college yet. Since about 6th grade i thought college was going to be the best thing ever. I mean think about it, no parents, no rules, you don't have to go to school. Its like a dream come true. Then i thought more about it as the years went by and as college got closer and i began to think, wow, no money. Am i ready for college? Well its almost here and i still really don't know if i am truley ready or not. I'm eighteen years old and only work during the summer. I work full time over the summer, but i don't work at all over the school year. I like to try to focus all my attention on school work and thats why i don't work through out the school year. This year seems different now. I don't concentrate that much on school because i believe i was infected with this disease everyone is talking about called senioritis. Its actually quite serious. Sometimes, i can't even get out of bed to go to school. I'm really thinking about consulting a physician. Although school seems pointless to me now, i still go and keep my grades up. Being a senior, is huge. Your like the top dog of the school. So much more freedom, so many more opportunities and you just walk all over the place like you the "shit". Its really to bad, that next year, we have to start all over as freshman again and this time its gonna hit you hard. I have no idea what to expect when i get to college. I've heard all the horror stories about having to walk everywhere, which isn't such a bad thing except when its pouring rain outside or if your taking a hike in 10 feet of snow. And how bout those dorms. I can just imagine how clusterphobic i will be in the 10 by 12 feet rooms! AHH! I guess i'll manage somehow. Well Its senior year, and i'm not ready for it to end quite yet. I'm hoping these last couple months will get me somewhat ready for college and ready to move on with my life. Viking for life i guess.
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