Crowing

I just had to put a note about my dad's chickens. They aren't full grown yet, but they're getting there. One of the roosters is really confused. He's learning to crow, and he's pretty good at it now. The thing is, he crows in the evening instead of the morning. :)

Thanksgiving

Well, I had a really good Thanksgiving, for the most part. All my brothers came (except Beau in Mexico). Chris set up the X-Box and wouldn't leave me alone until I played Battle Front with him. It is a really fun game, I must admit. I love playing it, and probably wasted too much time doing that. But, hey, it's the holidays, right?
Jeannie and I had a girl's night on Wednesday, which we both needed very badly. That was great.
Thanksgiving dinner was in-cred-ible!! Chris and my dad deep-fried the turkey, and, oh my heck, it was the best I have ever, EVER had.
I really enjoyed the break (though I didn't catch up on sleep at all). And then it got to Friday. Jeannie and I went on a double date. *Exhale of Anger* It was horrid! I won't go into details, but Jeans called me at midnight after we had gotten home, and we talked for over a half hour. We are both so annoy, more than annoyed, with guys right now. All guys. Simply for being guys. That's how bad it was. So, nothing personal to the guys, but you're not on my (or Jeannie's) good side right now.

Other than that, Thanksgiving was a blast!!

Something's Got To Give

Something's got to give
It's going to be me
It's two against one
And they're weakening me
My strength is diminishing
My will is gone
I feel no comfort
It's been too long
I stand alone
In anger and fear
I melt in the shadows
When they come near
They look right through me
I'm nothing to them
It's been like this
Since Summer's end
It's a constant battle
To stay on my feet
But I know in this fight
I'm going to be beat
I'll keep on going
For how long I don't know
I'm losing my grip
I'm going to let go
Like now, it will hurt
But I won't be free
Something's got to give
It's going to be me



I wrote this in church, of all places. That's what happens when someone gives me materials to write with. I'll write no matter where I am. And the first phrase, "Something's got to give," I actually got from my Biology class. Random, huh?

When Would You Miss Me?

If I were to pass out of your life
When would you miss me?
Would it be at Christmas
When we don't exchange gifts?
Would it be at your birthday
When I don't show up to your party?
Would you miss me at football games
When I'm not dancing on the field at half-time?
Would you miss me listening to the radio
When a song played that reminded you of me?


If I were to pass out of your life
When would you miss me?
Would it be every time you go swimming
When I'm not there life guarding?
Would it be those early mornings
When I don't come to drill practice?
Would you miss me as you walk along
When you pass places where we made memories?
Would you miss me every day that passed
When I didn't text or call you?

If I were to pass out of your life
When would you miss me?
Or would you not?
Would you forget all about me
When the days have turned to weeks?
Would you forget about me
When you've gained a new best friend?
Would you miss me only
When someone mentions me?
Would you miss me only
When you've no one to talk to?

If I were to pass out of your life
When would you miss me?

One of Those Saturdays

It was one of those Saturdays, the kind that seem to escape reality. It was as though time wasn't happening, unless you were foolish enough to look at the clock. The atmosphere made everything seem lazy. There was no hurry. Yes, it was one of those Saturdays.

That unreal sense followed Emma as she made her way to the high school for her prep class. The sun was warm and the breeze carried that scent of surrealism. As she neared the high school, Emma could hear the wild cheering of sports fans. A mild smile spread across her face as she recalled going to watch the C Team football games on Saturday afternoons. She looked towards the football field to catch a glimpse of the game, and froze. The field, the stands, they were empty. There was nobody in sight. She looked away to reorganize her thoughts and heard the cheers of the crowd again, clear and distinct. She slowly looked back towards the field, the noise undying this time. Nobody.

The Good. The Bad. The Ugly.

Oh the brilliance of insanity! Exactly my point. Ok, so I just got back from a cross country meet a while ago, and it was... well, good, bad, and ugly.

The Good. Since I started running I've been taking a lot of time off my personal record. My first race was close to two minutes faster than my time trial. My second race was definitely over two minutes faster, crushed my previous time. And this race, again, I beat my time (I'm not sure by how much yet, but it was at least a minute and a half). I'm picking up speed and gaining more endurance. Boo Ya! I'm pumped!

The Bad. On our way to Loyd's Lake, where the race was taking place (we run 5k's), I got a headache and started to feel a little bit sick. Great. That's all I needed just before a race. Oh well. I can make it through. So we did a walk through of the course. My headache went away, but I had to stop myself from throwing up three times. That made me a little bit worried.

The Ugly. The race started and I was doing really well. I was keeping a really good pace. I was passing people (slowly) but wasn't getting passed. Sweet. This was going to be a good race... Until I got a little more than halfway through. That sickness came back to get me. I had to stop and step off the trail. I threw up. Twice during the whole race. It was bad. I felt so horrible. When I got back to the bus I was shaking terribly and just felt awful.

But even though I threw up, not only did I finish the race, I beat my time again. And I still beat several other runners. So once I got feeling a little better I realized it wasn't all bad. Just some. I had the good, the bad, and the ugly. But I think the good outweighed the others. :)

My Long Day (Thursday...I think)

I stumble to my bedroom and try to change. It's a wonder I haven't fallen asleep standing up yet. The beginning of the day seemed so far away now. How long ago had my day started? Eighteen hours? Nineteen? Started with dancing at 5:30. Two hours later a 5 hour cramped car trip. Right after, I play two tennis matches. Lost the first. Dominated the second. Still tired from my cross country meet the previous day. But I pulled through. Car won't start. Uh-oh. I have a Biology exam tomorrow. And a dance performance at the football game. Oh good. It started. Now a 5 hour ride home. I try to study in the car, but it doesn't work so well.Home... What time is it? 11:30? My body won't work. I flip on my alarm and fall on my bed. I'm out before I make it under the covers. Two minutes later my alarm goes off. I literally roll off my bed, my bed that's sitting on cement blocks. Rough landing. I hit the snooze button and look at the time. It can't be past one in the morning. Wrong. It's five. Ugh. Time to get going. I think somebody stole my night. There was no way I had slept for 5 hours.I put on my dance clothes and fill up my water bottle, not quite awake yet. I pull on my hoodie and step out into the black morning. The cold...correction, freezing air slaps me in the face, stinging my nose and cheeks. But it does nothing to help me wake up. Dancing. Biology exam. Football game performance. This is going to be another long day. I think I need sleep. Is that what it's called? I think so... yeah. Sleep.