update!

I now have written 8,076 words. I have also added a huge twist. I still have 50,000 words to write. If I keep writing a little bit here and there like I am than maybe I can go somewhere.

god screwed up

God screwed up. If he was careful there wouldn't be the huge mess there is. God could have avoided a whole bunch of turmoil. Pretend you are God for a second.
You are eternal, omnipotent God. For the past boring eternity, You have been sitting around in darkness twiddling Your thumbs wondering what the hell You are supposed to be doing and pondering where You came from and what Your purpose is and why You look like an angry old white man. Suddenly, You are hit with the desire to do something. Instead of Creating Heaven, a place where You will live in bliss forever. You create angels to be Your helpers (even though You are God and really don’t need any help). You endow them with free will. One of these angels, Lucifer, is creating a big stink among the angels, trying to get them to rebel against You. Instead of Zapping Lucifer so he does good or into nonexistence. You create Hell, a place of indescribable torment to which You will condemn Lucifer forever. You create Hell, and oh, what a masterpiece it is! It contains pits of sulfur and fire, skulls, piles of maggot-infested excrement, and trillions of televisions which show nothing but Richard Simmons’ “Sweatin’ to the Oldies.” Instead of sending Lucifer to Hell immediately You allow Lucifer to hang around, spreading his rebelliousness until Judgement Day when You will condemn him and all those whom he sways to follow him to eternal torment.

You create earth and living creatures to inhabit it. Earth is a perfect paradise. You see that everything is good, but Your crowning achievement is the humans, whom You created in Your very own image.
You create the Garden of Eden for the first humans, Adam and Eve, and place a tree in it called the Tree of the Knowledge of Good and Evil. You command them not to eat of this tree, or else You will send them and all of their descendants to Hell.
Meanwhile, Lucifer possesses the body of one of the snakes that You created, and slithers up the tree. He tempts Eve to eat the fruit. The naïve Eve, seeing that the fruit You had created on the tree is good for eating, as well as good for gaining knowledge, eats the fruit and shares it with her husband. You know that they have eaten the forbidden fruit, so You confront the sinful humans, saying, “Why have you eaten of the tree when I commanded you not to?” to which Adam replies, “That’s just like you! Always making arbitrary rules just so you can feel powerful!” You are naturally angered by the humans’ impudence. Instead of forgiving the humans unconditionally and zap the evil Lucifer into nonexistence. You Condemn the humans and their descendants to a life of pain and hardship, as well as an eternity in Hell after death, and allow Lucifer to go free until Judgement Day.

You inflict Your punishment on the evil humans and their evil offspring. All humans must suffer through hard labor, disease, and death. After a couple thousand years, You have pity on the humans and decide to give them a chance to redeem themselves. Instead of forgiving the humans unconditionally and put an end to their suffering. You send Your son Jesus Christ to be born in Bethlehem to a virgin named Mary. Instead of forgiving man and put an end to his suffering by restoring the universe to its original perfection. You allow Lucifer and the humans to kill Your son through the painful process of crucifixion.

The body of Your slain son is miraculously resurrected. Instead of immediately eliminating all suffering by restoring Your creation to perfection. You allow only those who believe that Jesus is Your son and that he was resurrected to join You in Heaven. You condemn the rest to Hell.

After a couple more millenia, it seems as if some of the humans are having difficulty believing You exist, let alone that Jesus is Your son and was resurrected. The problem seems to be that You have not interacted with humans in any tangible way for quite a few centuries and that all the information humans receive about You comes from a collection of ancient and contradictory manuscripts written in Hebrew, Aramaic, Greek and Latin. The humans seem to disagree about how these manuscripts should be interpreted, and this has led to much dispute and even violence.
Another problem is that not everyone has heard of You and Your son, due to geographic and cultural isolation. What can be done about this? Instead of endowing every human with a perfect knowledge of You and Your son. You allow a bunch of ignorant humans who claim to be Your spokespersons to continue interpreting Your will according to these obscure manuscripts. Allow their numerous absurd and contradictory doctrines to be taught by ignorant humans to other ignorant humans without correction.

Time passes and Judgement Day finally comes. In the end, You find that only a handful of the humans have met Your standards for entering Heaven. Lucifer has succeeded in converting billions to his evil cause. Instead of Snapping Your fingers and make everything perfect again.
You carry out the ordained punishment. You condemn Lucifer and all of his infidels to eternity in Hell. The few humans who have met Your divine standards join You in Heaven to enjoy eternal bliss.
While in Heaven, Your Omniscience hears the screams of the tormented souls in Hell. Instead of making everything right again by letting everyone out of Hell and restoring them to perfection and goodness you just sit dwindling your thumbs again.
It is next to impossible for an omnipotent God to completely screw things up, but You did. Your actions are matched in absurdity only by the actions of the Christian God Yahweh. You may continue to enjoy the pleasures and happiness of Heaven, while the ignorant humans burn in the Hell You created for them, or You may make everything right again at any time.
As sovereign Lord of the Universe, you can do what you wish. Just remember: as omnipotent caretaker of eternity, you are solely responsible for the suffering and evil which any of your creation suffer. Any God who doesn’t fix the problems he allowed to occur is a deadbeat. Either God does not exist, or he is not worthy of our worship.

Progress…..

I have written 7,075 words so far. I hope this actually gets somewhere.

my story

I started to get serious with my novel. I wrote over a thousands words yesterday. I have started printing it out and using a pen to work it over. I like this method better. I feel like I am getting more done, and it shows everything I do. Just a picture to hint at my novel my novel:

Anyways I better get back to it.

My First Novel

I have decided to start writing my first novel. So far it is titled Him. I haven’t gotten very far into it, only about 5,000 pages, but I am determined. Just thought I should let you guys know!

Pity

Irritably I grabbed my books and shoved them against my chest, securely binding them there. The racing of my heart against my books was irritating me. I always hated how people took pity on me. The last thing I wanted or needed was their pity. Their eyes screamed it when they looked at me. It was saturated in their voice when they spoke to me. Yes, it sucked that my Mom died. Yes, I would give anything to have her back here with me. The things I wanted weren’t happening, and so I got over it. Pity forced the feelings I was trying to suppress back into my mind.

Green

Green was my favorite color. Green was the color of his eyes. Green was what I swam in when his lips touched mine. This is no longer true. I hate green. I am disgusted by the feeling green gives me. The gnawing pain in my heart it carries. The endless nights I sit up crying for those green eyes. The twinkle when he laughed. The brimming tears when he cried. My mind wanders into those green eyes even though I tell myself I won’t. I yearn for those green eyes. Those green eyes left me for someone else. Those green eyes aren’t mine anymore.

Patches

Once I was whole, shiny and new. Now my exterior was covered with patches, and they were all I had. Beaten down time and time again, I picked myself up and added another patch. At times I could barely stand to get up again. It wasn’t worth it. It would just be easier if it was all over, but then they would have won. That was one thing that I would never let happen. I show my patches as a badge of honor. These patches show who I am and who I never will be. It shows Me.

Enlightened writers

Enlightenment writers paved the way of the French Revolution. Voltaire, Diderot, and Montesquieu were the most influential of the writers. They influenced everyone from peasants to Kings and Queens (chnm). These men fully committed themselves to "reason" and "liberty". They believed knowledge could only be gained through careful study of actual conditions, and not religion or traditional beliefs (chnm). The methods these writers used varied from lampooning France’s customs to comparative analysis of their government. Enlightenment writers played a huge role in the French Revolution.
One of the most influential enlightenment writers was Voltaire. Voltaire made a reputation for himself by defending people being persecuted for their religious beliefs. While in prison for upsetting a group of noblemen he created the pen name Voltaire, his original name was Francis-Marie Arouet (answers). He wrote books, plays, and poetry in his pursuit to spread his ideas of freedom of thought and expression, and freedom of religion. He enjoyed making his opponents look foolish. The wrath of the French government and the Catholic Church seemed constant upon him. Voltaire perceived bourgeoisie to be too little, aristocracy to be parasitic and corrupt, and the church as a stagnant force only useful for its counterbalance of its “religious tax” to help create a strong backbone for the revolution (answers). Political theorists, philosophers, educators, and historians all were influenced by Voltaire. Today he is one of the most celebrated citizens in the history of France. Voltaire helped shape the French Revolution.
Montesquieu was another influential Enlightenment writer. He felt that a good political leader showed self-sacrifice and a devotion to the improvement of his country (answers). He believed this was the principle of republican government echoing through American and French political development of the late eighteen century. Montesquieu engaged disturbing satire to scorn evils such as slavery, disproportionate punishments, religious intolerance, and despotism. He believed the only way these evils would end was with the division of power between executive, legislative, and judicial authorities (answers). Above all he is remembered as a defender of political and civil liberty. Montesquieu was a big advocate of the French Revolution.
Equally important is Diderot. He was the creator, editor, and publisher of a massive Enlightenment 35-volume book set named Encyclopédie. In it were ideas of tolerance of diversity, devotion to freedom, and commitment to progress. Some of the most important ideas of the Enlightenment were written in this book set. Diderot was critical of religion, focusing more on science because he thought it brought people a better chance of happiness (sparknote). Besides just facts, explanations, and definitions Diderot included the thoughts of different philosophes on a wide range of topics. Diderot’s goal was to capture all knowledge in western society in these books and let people draw their own conclusions, which is why it became so popular. Diderot created a work that became a primary vehicle in which it spread the ideas of Enlightenment.
On the whole the writers of the Enlightenment fueled the French Revolution. They challenged people to think outside of the box, and question things that they had never questioned before. Of all the Enlightenment writers Voltaire, Montesquieu, and Diderot were the most influential. The ideas of the Enlightenment writers are found everywhere in modern society, including the Constitution of the Unites States of America, and The Universal Declaration of Human Rights. Enlightenment writers sparked people to think of their rights as human beings.

Our trip to Wenatchee

We saw the following animals:

hundreds of magpies

eagle eating a dead dear

a flying hawk with a snake dangling from talons

heron

elk

chickadees

robins

fishies

acres of blue bunch wheat grass (only nerds like me would know this plus it is our state grass)

many hawks

many ospreys

many eagles

two hawks with fish

colony of at least eight prairie dogs

Our right right to read

We all have the right to decide which books we read. The Constitution says “Congress shall make no law…abridging the freedom of speech, or of the press.” The first amendment gives us the right to publish and read books. Our founding fathers believed that the people needed a voice and they felt that that voice should never be silenced. Our freedom to choose what we read is an essential right engrained into our everyday lives.
Literature helps us fight against injustice. “Books and ideas are the most effective weapons against intolerance and ignorance.” Lyndon B Johnson. On May 10, 1933, the Nazi’s burned over 20,000 books in Dublin, in an attempt to cleanse non-German ideas. The banning of books is a banning of ideas, and sharing those thoughts and opinions with others. This is important because America is about freedom of ideas and the expression of those ideas. Free people learn from the past to create a better future. If all people are forced to read the same literature, only the books that are “approved”, we are conforming to the ideals of whoever approves these novels. Literature helps us explore the grey areas in life. Throughout history books have brought to light inequality, bias, wrong, discrimination, and
unfair situations.
People have different opinions on what they want to read, and what they don’t, but everyone should have the right to choose. “[O]ne man’s vulgarity is another’s lyric.” John Marshall Harlan. My mom and I have differences in the novels we read. I enjoy the classics, and she enjoys mysteries. Instead of banning novels, we should let people come to their own conclusions of books. What might be offensive to one person could be inspiring to another. People know what they want to read and what they don’t. A random person can’t say that I won’t like a certain book. Even though you might not like a book you have read doesn’t mean that someone else won’t and they should have the chance to see.
Books are composed of words, a heart and a mind, a voice on paper, and that voice should always be heard. “If all printers were determined not to print anything till they were sure that it would offend nobody, there would be very little printed.” Benjamin Franklin. Office of Intellectual Freedom reports that 6346 books are banned each year. If the Author wants to share their soul with the world, if they have enough courage to bare their innermost selves to all the piercing eyes of humanity, what right does anybody have to ban that? To me it is the equivalent to removing away people’s voice boxes, silencing every good word that might have come out. What people need to do is ask themselves if Benjamin Franklin or John Hancock would be proud of their action. Maybe if people put things into perspective they will realize what they are doing. Books are more than just words on paper.
“A situation occurred in an elementary school in Hillsborough County, Florida. As Reported in the St. Petersburg Times the school refused to stock “Harry Potter books by J.K. Rowling because of the “Witchcraft” themes. In Response to the article the principal explained that they knew that they would get complaints so they decided not to buy them.” Many people and organizations are outraged by this situation, including the American Library Association, and have spoken out against it. Banned Books Week runs every year from September 29 to October 1. This Week is dedicated to people’s right to read what they like. This event’s main supporter is the Library of Congress. This is not just happening in some little county in Florida. It is happening all over the country, In Minnesota, Michigan, New York, and South Carolina, parents who felt this series promote supernatural or magic interests called for its removal in classrooms and libraries. According to these adults the stories teach witchcraft, sorcery, and Satanism. Not to end their, A Wrinkle in Time has been targeted for promoting New Ageism –emphasizes spiritual consciousness, and often involves belief in reincarnation ad astrology and the practice of meditation, vegetarianism, and holistic medicine. When I first heard that it promoted New Ageism I didn’t know what that meant, so I looked it up. In my opinion, there is nothing wrong with New Ageism. I think that it is just a word that most people don’t know and assume is bad. They are using trickery to get a, in my opinion, wonderful novel banned. Mark Twain’s Adventures of Huckleberry Finn, in the eyes of upset parents, promotes racism. It doesn’t promote racism it demotes it. In the novel it shows how crazy it is that people actually think that way. “If it is not one “ism” it is another. At the rate we’re going I can imagine next year’s headline: Goodnight Moon banned for encouraging children to communicate with furniture. And we all know where that can lead, don’t we?” Judy Blume.
It is our right to pick which books we see fit to read. That fact is firmly rooted in our county’s constitution. Literature illuminates wrong being done to fellow human beings. Every person is unique and should be able to put their own perspective into things. Words on paper have pieces of the author embedded in it. By challenging books people are not merely expressing their point of view, but oppressing another’s. Books should never be banned.

Volleyball – A memoir

One day in the sixth grade my friend Kaela decided we were going to join the school volleyball team. This plan did not engender the same enthusiasm in me as in her. Don’t get me wrong I like volleyball, but just ask my former classmates I was not volleyball material. My only experience with volleyball took place in an elementary gym class. I was not an essential member of that team. When the ball happened to be hit near me my limbs would turn to rubber and I became a deer stuck in the headlights. Kaela didn’t care about any of that. I really didn’t get a say in joining the team. Even though I bluntly refused, Kaela set out to get me on the team. Her game plan consisted of constantly nagging me. She called me every single day with her petitions on how it was not fair for me to make her try out alone. Daily, when we walked home, she would push my buttons until there wasn’t any more left to push. Despite my unwillingness to join the team, she wasn’t letting up and I saw no other way. I decided to sacrifice my happiness and join the team. That is one thing about Kaela, once she sets her mind on something she doesn’t give up easily.
The day after I surrendered Kaela forced me to sign up before I changed my mind. Reluctantly, I shuffled up to the table where the signup sheets were. It was extremely hard to write my name on that piece of paper. It felt like I was signing my soul to the devil. I saw that a couple of other people had signed up before me. I felt like my very existence was moribund.
The first day of tryouts I was terrified. On the walk to the gym I became wobbly and upgraded from butterflies to finches to pheasants in my stomach. Kaela thought I was psychotic and making a big deal out of nothing. To me this was more than just some ordinary tryouts. I was probably going to be the most incompetent person on the team. They couldn’t cut people off the team this year. I would end up as the unwanted toy Aunt Sue bought, and couldn’t get rid of, so ended up tossed under the bed. Kaela couldn’t comprehend how it felt to go into something you knew was going to end poorly.
As we neared the torture chamber I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and opened the double doors. In the changing room the atmosphere was very edgy. I grabbed my clothes and hurried to the bathroom stalls. It was bad enough that I was trying out for volleyball I was not also going to change in front of the other girls. I unenthusiastically followed Kaela out to the gym. We sat down against the gym wall.
“Oh My God! I am so excited! I have been practicing like every day for like forever! I am so good! I want to be captain! Hey, we should practice together. I got a new ball, and its pink and everything!” she started to go off. I didn’t say anything; once Kaela starts talking about herself it is pretty hard to stop her.
In the middle of her rant a loud whistle blew. “Everybody sit in a circle around me,” explained Mrs. Wyckok.
All of the girls started to walk over to her.”RUN” she clarified in a harsh voice.
Kaela looked at me with blissful eyes and me at her with an ominous glare. The anxiety balloon that had been blowing up over the last couple weeks was near bursting. My blood was running cold. My body automatically assumed a stuck form. Like a told you guys, a deer caught in the headlights. I couldn’t make my body do what I wanted it to do.
Slowly I loosened up and jogged over to her. A wave of relief fell over me when she told us we that actual touching of the volleyball would not be until tomorrow. I almost doubled over when she told us we were conditioning instead. The first thing she made us do was stretches. That part wasn’t bad. I took ballet for six years when I was younger so I was a little more flexible than the other girls. My shelter of protection was short lived.
“Now you guys are going to run four times around the gym. Single file line. If I see any of you cut the cones you’re starting over. GO!” hollered Mrs. Wyckok
Kaela and I immediately slunk to the back. Her confidence seemed to shrink at the word run. We ran for what seemed like an eternity. My lungs tried to mutiny me. Luckily, they didn’t succeed. When we slowed down just a tinsy bit she’d threaten us with starting over, again. People were stupid enough to repeatedly skip the cones. I will not name names but the repeated offenders were no longer in my circle of friends, or anybody else’s for that matter.
Next she made do strengthening exercises. The first item on her list of humilities was pushups. I will not lie to you, I cannot do pushups. It’s like asking a vegetarian to eat a steak; it just doesn’t happen. Next was sit ups. I would rather not talk about it. Finally we did volleyball forms. Pretty much it was just volleyball moves without the volleyball. I kept tripping over my own feet. It was quite embarrassing.
By the end of the day my body decided to disregard what I wanted. I would tell it to do something, but it totally ignored me. Just to prove its point every time I moved I would be in pain. That day was brutal, but I was just thankful that we didn’t have to touch the volleyball, yet.
That night I don’t remember my head hitting the pillow. When I woke up the next morning I just laid there for a good twenty minutes. The pain was too immense. We have this spray on muscle relaxer, but no matter how much I sprayed it on it didn’t make a difference. I begged my mom to let me skip school, but she wasn’t budging. I took a long hot steamy shower, and stretched as long as I could. It wasn’t enough.
When walking down the hallway you could easily tell which people had been at the volleyball tryouts. They were the ones limping, making agonizing facial expressions, and complaining of pain. In the back of our heads we were wishing that we didn’t have volleyball practice today. A couple of wimps even quit. Being I am awesome I decided to tough it out or just didn’t want to deal with Kaela. I can’t recall right at this moment. Either way I didn’t give up that easily.
The finches had returned. Today would be a rerun of my dreadful former volleyball days. The second I arrived at practice I looked at Mrs. Wyckok and saw that she was unmoved by our misery. Again she pulled out the list of things that Elizabeth cannot do. Today was even worse because I was sore from yesterday. The rest of practice was spent using a volleyball. We first found a partner and warmed up. We had to individually serve the ball over the net in front of everyone. Somehow I was conned into second in line. Duh,duh,duhh. Of course, I didn’t make it over, and my face burned red. I felt a little better when after everyone went not one person made it over. Every time a volleyball made contact with me it went in some unintended place. After repeatedly making mistakes I started to get a little better, but it never made it passed 5 ft or in a straight line.
My arms felt sore the next day. That day we only did drills (code word: embarrassers) for half of practice. The other half of practice we stood in a line and the coaches passed, bumped, and served the ball at us. The object was to try to get the ball back to them. If we missed, which was nine times out of ten, we had to retrieve the balls. It was a mayhem of flying balls. When it was my turn the ball ended up as far away from the target as possible. By the end my arms were beet red. I kept asking myself why I signed up for volleyball. It was painful, and I wasn’t any good at it. Then I would look at Kaela and remember that this was all her fault.
My arms were scattered with bruises. They were very tender, and hurt with just the lightest of pressure put to it. The rest of the week pretty much went the same, but slowly the soreness went down and the ball sometimes actually ended up where I wanted it. I was starting to get the hang of it and was getting less angry at Kaela, and more focused on volleyball. On the following Monday they informed us that we would only be practicing two times a week instead of every day. I felt kind of sad. I had started to enjoy playing volleyball, and was starting to improve.
For the next two weeks we went to practice Monday, and Wednesday and all tried our hardest, with the exception of a few girls. We all had fallen madly in love with volleyball and slowly we all got better. Kaela and I walked to her house every day after school while I waited for my brother to get out, and practiced. Kaela and I lived and breathed volleyball. We wanted to be the best on the team.
The day we got our jerseys I was very excited. Everybody was fighting over which number they wanted. I really didn’t care and ended up with number three. Kaela really wanted the number two, but Tia, most hated girl at Baker, took it just because she knew she wanted it. Kaela pouted the whole way home. I don’t understand the significance with numbers.
The first game came all but too fast. It was against Mason, the school who was known for their success in sports teams. We were all very nervous, especially me. I think I have an anxiety problem. They actually put me as captain. I wasn’t too thrilled, and neither was Kaela.
That game we tied. It was pretty bad. Both teams did poorly. The ball never made an actual volley. It was very boring, and embarrassing. My family was there and I didn’t want them to see me in my time of failure. Most people couldn’t serve the ball over the net and when on some miracle it did the other team couldn’t get it back over. Instead of a fluent motion like volleyball is suppose to be it was very choppy. From that game it was all uphill.
The following games were more of the real thing. Some people had learned to serve, and the ball made it over the net. Others had improved in hitting, and returned the ball over the net. Overall we had become a team, and the few stragglers who couldn’t handle that quit. From that time on I knew that volleyball was my sport.

That following summer I went to volleyball camp at Tacoma Community College. They were making cuts this year and I really wanted to make the team. My mom was friends with Kristin, assistant director, since high school. I felt worried because I didn’t know what kind of people would be there. I had the possibility of being the most inexperienced.
“Hi guys! Are you excited? I know that you’re going to love it. Don’t worry if you don’t get it at first I will help you afterwards.” My mom signed me in and Kristin took me under her wing.
The first thing we did was a relay and when she told us that it made my stomach dropped. I have never been the best at physical activities. She divided us into six teams and I slunk to the back. It was different this time. I didn’t have Kaela to lean on, I was all alone. Then she explained what we had to do in the relay. It consisted of sprinting, jumping, side skips, and jumping into the volleyball stance. I just watched the girls in front of me as hard as I could and tried to do what they did. Our team was third. We would have been first if not for me, and that didn’t boost my confidence.
Next we split up into what positions we played, and of course I didn’t know, so I just picked a random group and did what they did. It was pretty fun. They would serve the ball at us very hard and we had to pass it over the net. I got the hang of it. After a while my arms started to bruise up.
Next we did a number of drills which make my body ache just thinking about it. Near the end we practiced serving. I was so awful that one of the TCC players took me to the side and helped me, it was so embarrassing. The first time I over-handed it over the net I was so excited. I just jumped up and down and couldn’t believe that I had actually done it.
The next morning my muscles were the sorest they have ever been. My arms had intricate bruising designs. I spent a good 30 minutes stretching out and spraying the muscle relaxer. When we got there, we split into groups by age and did some spiking. That was the most embarrassing of all my embarrassing volleyball moments. I kept trying, but it seemed like a kindergartener doing calculus. Kristin took me after it, and helped me. I am pretty sure it did no good; it is much harder than it looks and it looks pretty hard.
On the final day we split into groups and got to move around and go to stations which had different things like serving, setting, spiking, and passing. I felt pretty confident about my tryouts in a month. I was sad to see it end; I was just getting the hang of it. I knew that having this under my wing would help me more than anything else I could have done.
Occasionally my mom and I would go to a TCC titan volleyball game. They were so good it was fun to watch. It was cool to watch the girls who had taught me at the camp play an actual volleyball games. It made me wonder if maybe I could do that someday. The titans ended up being undefeated. It gave me inspiration.
Finally when tryouts came I was prepared, but still nervous. I walked in with Kaela and got down to business. I was a little self conscious at the beginning, but by the third day I was totally into it and doing something that I had loved. I wasn’t going to let anything get in the way of me making the team. The day the list was posted for the girls who had made the team I didn’t have finches or even a pheasant in my stomach. Instead I had a hungry vulture who had taken to eating my stomach. Finally I spotted my and Kaela’s names on the list. We turned to each other, screamed, and jumped up and down. We probably looked like freaks.
I was made captain again, but this time I felt a little more confident with my role. I loved to do the things that the captain was expected to do. I put all of my might into these practices. On the games I slowly gained my confidence and instead of trying to get out of the balls way I was going after the ball. The ball was soon actually volleying which made the games even more fun. The last four games I improved so much in my serving that I consistently served the ball overhand over the net. My coach would substitute me in for the people who she knew wouldn’t make it over. One time she substituted me in for Kaela and it was extremely uncomfortable.
All throughout the season my dad and mom would help me and give me tips. I really owe them a lot of credit for helping me through. Whenever I needed advice, or kept making the same mistakes they would help me. My brother bought me an official volleyball so I could practice at home. Before, I had a beach volleyball, and was much different to work with. Without the help of Kaela and my family I would never have made it.
The moral of the story is that by taking chances, and opening up I have found something that I love to do. It is also fun to watch yourself progress through something that you were sure you would automatically fail at. When you find something you like pursue it. Don’t just stop at the minimum. Do what I did and take every opportunity that comes your way. If I had not let Kaela talk me into joining the team I would never have found the sport I love.

my other posts

my other posts that are on my livejournal were feeling left out so I decided to move them over here,

 

The Genie

One day while I was taking my daily walk as usual I happened upon a cute little lamp for sale. It was so cute that I could not resist! It was only $12 and I knew I needed it. I had this strange feeling that the lamp was going to change my life. As I shelled out the money I thought I saw something strange happen to the lamp, but I just shrugged it off. Once I bought the item I put it in my basket to put with all my other treasures from the day. A couple times I thought the lamp moved but then again how can lamps move? When I finally got to my home I took out all my newly discovered antiques and examined them. The first item I picked up was the lamp because I had a certain connection with it. I started to brush it off when low and behold a Genie popped out! Boy I sure was excited. I had dreamed of a genie granting me wished since I was a little girl. So I thought to myself, should I wish for a gagillion dollars or a million room house. After a good thinking I decided to wish for more wished that way I can get a lot of cool things. When I said this the genie looked disappointed, but all the same granted it. The first thing I wished for was a new car, next a big mansion, and last but not least ten billion dollars. I kind of felt guilty so I asked for a shelter for the homeless, and a good sum of money to run it. I started thinking shouldn't I use this wish thing to help our world and not make myself a rich snob? So for the rest of the day I wished for things like world peace and to restore our ozone layer. I even wished for the neighbors son to get good grades in school. I think a lot has come from me doing that wish thing. It definitely made me think twice about myself!

Pizza Delivery

I was delivering to the last house of the day and was going to go watch a movie with my new boyfriend who had been in my classes in college for the last few months. He was really cute and had the most gorgeous eyes. Well, anyway I was making my way up the house and it was super creepy, and I kept asking myself why do I have this job but I remembered I had to pay for college somehow. I finally got up the courage to ring the doorbell even though my gut told me no. After a while, which seemed like an eternity, the guy answered. He was the most creepy looking guy I had seem in a while. He told me to wait inside while he got the money so I stepped in. Out of nowhere a horrible pain  went to my head, and then blank. Next thing I knew I was tied up in a chair in a cold wet basement. It was the most horribly cold, wet, and dark place I have ever seen. I had completely gone into denial. I kept saying that I was only dreaming, and knew that it wasn't. Finally, a sound came from the corner and a little hunched back man came out with these weird utensils. I just kept screaming and screaming. Not knowing what will happen to me. The guy took the tweezers and started to pluck my eyebrows. Then he moved to my hands and gave me a manicure, then pedicure. By the time it was done I looked the most beautiful I had ever been. When I arrived at the date I blew him away.

The Twisted Cinderella Story

-what if the show fit one of the wicked step sisters? what if prince charming married them instead? what if Cinderella never got her happily ever after-
     I ran upstairs to explain how wonderfully the ball went to my little mouse friends, other than me losing my beautiful  glass slipper and almost being  exposed. After I had given my friends a quick update I went straight to doing my chores, as to not upset my step family, who were easily upsettable. I was too ecstatic to hear them return. They were flustering over how some horrid girl had hogged their future husband. That night I could hardly sleep. All I could think of was my prince charming. The next day their was unfamiliar knock on the door.
Anastasia and Druscilla, my step sisters,  looked out the window and went into crazy hysterics. The prince was looking for the girl he had danced with last night and was going to marry her. I was in an incoherent haze. My future flashed before my eyes. I could picture our children running across the lawn of the palace while we stood watching them. When my step mother saw how happy I was she locked me into the closet while the business was conducted. Whoever's foot fit into the glass slipper would be his bride. Anastasia had the same size foot as I did, she had stolen all of my shoes and dresses after my father had died. So Anastasia would be the one who got to live the life that was laid out for me? The spoiled rotten selfish mule would take what was rightfully mine. I watched from the key hole. All my anger fuming inside of me. Why her and not me??? Tears streaked my face. Finally they put  the beautiful shoe on her repulsive foot, a perfect match. The prince looked disappointed. He was now stuck with the ugliest girl in town, inside and out. How was this what God had in store for me? The prince left with a promise of his return for her the next day. My step mother finally let me out so that I could make dinner and finish up my chores. I was the maddest I had ever been in my entire life.
Cinderella lived her life in anguish and despair. 
                       Their isn't always a happily ever after.

Obama

YEAH! Obama's first day on the job. I have a feeling that times are finally taking a turn for the good. I mean, when you have a smile that perfect how else are you to feel? I just hope no psycho maniac tries anything, or I'm going to have to crack some skullz!  Well anywho, on the FIRST day you closed Guantanamo Bay, and I like that. Keep up the good work.