Later Gator :D

Honestly, i really dont care. I could keep it.. and i couldnt. I doesn’t really matter to me. Whatever you want mr.mayo…. I mean if i keep it, i will not use it all that much, ill write just when im boerd.

byeeeeee!!!!!! My writing has gotten so much better over the years. I thank all of you readers and such for helping me! I read something i wrote in 6th grade and it was the worse thing i’ve ever read. Well maybe for a 6th grader it was good, but not for me.

I’m in the media center, thinking of what I should write for my last post about. Well, i was thinking about how i hurt my foot. I tore a ligament in the top of my foot, which made me had to wear a big ugly boot thing. On monday i went back to the sports doctor, and he said i could not wear it anymore!!! I was so excited because this weekend is one of the biggest tournaments in my softball career. A world series qualifier. I need to pitch in this tournament, i’ve watched my best friend/fellow only pitcher on the team struggle while i’ve been hurt. I feel so bad. I just want to help.

      It’s tough to be pitching and having to worry about what a catcher’s going to call. If the catcher has a reputation of being a rockhead, the pitcher’s gonna have to worry that much more.

WISH ME LUCK!!!!

I have larangitis… i feel like poop…. thats all i can really write… IM SORRY MR.MAYO!

“I love you so much” Nicks beautiful voice echoed in my ear. We were walking home from school; the birds chirping, the wind blowing in my hair, and the noise of little kids playing. Today was perfect.  Nothing could go wrong. When we got to Nicks house his mom had a letter for him. –It looks important- she said. We all thought it was a college acceptance, and so we got excited. But, no it was from the government. –What you do this time you big doff- his older brother said, trying to lighten the mood. He opened it and read. He looked like a dear caught in headlights. Not moving, or saying anything. –Are you ok? Nick what’s wrong-his mom said with a worried look on her face. –I’m—-going to— the—-war.” Who deserves that? He didn’t do anything wrong. I felt tears start to roll down my face.  How could this happen. I started to cry even more. –Demi, its fine. I will be ok- I knew he wouldn’t be. He was going to get hurt.  I felt more tears and tears falling down my struck face. What if he dies? What if I never see his beautiful face ever again?  His silky brown hair, his beautiful blue eyes, and his warm feeling against my body.  The way is hands feel in my hair, or even his sweet voice in my ear. -I leave tomorrow, the army picks me up at 12:00- He said. More tears started falling down my face. I felt his finger on my wet face, wiping away my tears. Then I looked at his brother, his mom, his whole family, just sitting there. Not even crying. Just sitting there. No emotion on their faces. How could they not be crushed? Do they not realize what’s happening to their son? But, then I realized. Nicks dad, Jerry. He died, in the war.  I looked at his mother once more. Then I saw it. Her emotions all rushed to her face. Then she bursted. Tears rushing down her face, she fell to the ground crying. I never realized how much this would hurt their own family also. Two people getting killed from the same family. This can’t be happening.
NEXT DAY
As I woke up, I felt Nicks warm body on mine. Maybe for the last time. Again, the thought of losing him was on my mind. It was 10:00 and I only had two more hours until he was taken away. -You know I can come see you; they let you visit- I couldn’t speak, I new he could come back. But I didn’t want him to leave at all. Never. I got up and went into the kitchen to make Nick some breakfast, I was going to treat him like he was a god.  For the next two hours, nothing could go wrong. I made him eggs, bacon, everything I could find, anything he liked. I kept looking at the clock. 10:37.  One hour and twenty-three minutes until he goes. I can’t think like that. I can’t think of him leaving. Think of good things Demi, I said to myself. Good things. I looked at the clock again. 10:46. my breakfast was ready and I put it on the tray and started to walk back to nicks room. When I got there I saw Nick had fallen back to sleep. I didn’t want to wake him, but I only had about one more hour left with him. Only one. So I shook him awake. –Honey, I made you breakfast-. All I heard was a grunt. I knew he was tired. But I shake him more. –It has all your favorites- He finally woke up. He sat up and took the tray. He was happy. No emotion of sadness what so ever on his beautiful face. He looked at me, and then he turned on the TV. This was nice. Just Nick, cuddled up in our Pajamas and me.  It was already 11:00 and I didn’t care anymore. I knew I was going to see him again. His warm touch was all I needed to make my mind straight. One hour, and his favorite show was on, Heroes. This was perfect.
AN HOUR HAS PAST.
-Nick, they are here- I heard his moms voice coming from outside the door. How could an hour go by so fast? Nick got up, already dressed in his camouflage. I guess I fell asleep or something. I walked out of the bedroom door, and I saw two very buff men. They stood in front of the door not moving at all. I think its called at-ease or something? Relaxed but not really. They watched Nicks every move, He picked up his bags, kissed him mother good-bye. Hugged both his brothers. And then came me. He kissed me and he kissed me long. –I love you, Demi- As he walked out the door I saw him turn around a wink at me. That gave me more hope. I was definitely going to see him again.
ONE WEEK HAS PAST
-Demi, you have a letter, I think it’s from Nick-  I jumped up out of my seat, running for my mom. I knew it was from Nick. I got to my mom, who was holding out an envelope. I grabed it from her and read the address. -To My love- I read. I opened the envelope and read. –To My love, I am sitting here, In our bedroom thinking of you. All of the other guys here have wifes and even children, I am one of the youngest here. I feel so alone. I miss you, and I love you to death. If only the other boys could see you, woa would they be jealous. :] I love you so much. –Nick I closed the letter , and ran to my room. When I got into my room, I went to look for the stationary.

I really just wanted to write on my blog about my day. Nothing big really happend, but it was a pretty good day. First I had school, I had two subs, which ROCKED. After school, i had after school orchestra, which didn’t rock so much and then I had to go to my brothers baseball game. They lost 16-2 to Paint Branch. Paint Branchs team was really cocky, which made me mad. After my brothers gam ei went back home to take a shower. After my shower, I got all nats-ified and then went to the Nationals game. Their new stadium is so cool, SO much cleaner then the other one. We got to sit where the press boxes were. It was really nice. Kind of like a hotel. The seats were so cushiony and soft. It was faboulosity. I felt so important. Well, obviously i have to talk about the bathrooms. They were beautiful. They were really clean, really big, and didn’t smell really bad. Which is an A+ for my standards. Well, the people we sat behind were annoying. They were loud, obnoxious , really drunk, and..Mets fans. They would bet on everything, and nothing that made scence either. Just alot of nonscense.

Obviously you are going to be like your bestfriend. I mean, shes your bestfriend! Thats why you like her, right? But here is the real question. Have you changed because of her? I mean, really think. Think hard. I bet you have. My best friend and I are together mostly every day. Unless she has soccer, or I have softball.
She changed me a lot. Even though I am already a lot like her, my personality has changed. Think Hard. Did you realize you have changed? It might actually not be a big change, but its there. Unless your bestfriend is yourself or your sibling/twin, that might be a little different.

These weekly posts are hard. how am i going to write that much about this topic. Maybe I will write about something different. Something about softball maybe?

Softball
Right know i am watching a game, Arizona vs. Arizona State. Its the top of the first inning and theres 2 outs, that were strike outs, and the count is 1-2. Check Swing and the umpire said she didn’t go. INFIELD HIT. So someone on first with 2 outs. number four hitter. 0-1, foul ball. Check swing, but this time she did go. 0-2. Rip down the third base line, the third baseman missed it. So, someone on first and second. She swong at a rise ball :[. 0-1. 0-2. The pitcher tried another rise ball, but no swing. Outside change-up, ball. 2-2. FOUL BALL. BOOM.. HOMERUN. that was over left field fence. 3-0 ARIZONA. Next girl hit a double. Still 2 outs. 1-0 . ANOTHER CHECK SWING. 1-1. foul ball. 1-2. ohh nice change-up. Swing and a miss. - that was the top of the first inning, now bottom of first inning- Single to left. Person on first. Pop-up, missed. People on first and second. pitch a little high 1-0. pitch low. 2-0. Outside. 3-0. (sidenote- this team-arizona- won the college world series last year) 4-0 WALK. bases loaded. Curveball- STRIKE- 0-1 BALL 1-1. FOUL BALL. 1-2. (no outs by the way.) ANOTHER CHECK SWING 2-2. BALL. 3-2. Pop-up caught. 1 out. STRIKE 0-1 STRIKE 0-2 really inside. 1-2. FOUL BALL. -wild pitch- 3-1 SCORE. count is still 3-2 now. linedrive up the middle. 3-2 SCORE NOW.

Do you have an older brother? Are you anything like him? Most of the time people answer yes . What anyone, who you are usually around, does influences you. I know my older blasts his music at the highest level, brings his[really hot] guys friends over and dances crazy at home. And I’m starting to also. (except that really hot guy friends part:]) My brother has changed me a lot. I used to be a nerdy white girl who didn’t really do anything, but know I am more outgoing, I like a lot different music know. I think it is very cool that I’m changed so much just because of my brother.

I think the theme of this book is work as hard as u can. You never know what can happen.

1. we were not regularly allowanced. our food was coarse corn meal boiled. This was called mush. It was put into a  large wooden tray or trough, and set doewn upon the ground. The children were then called, like so many pigs, and like so many pigs they would come and devour the mush; some with oyster-shells, others with pieces of shingle, some with naked hands , and none with spoons. He that ate fastest got most; he that was strongest secured the best place; and few left trough satisfied. This is an important passage because it shows that the slaves really didn’t have any food. It shows that the slaves were treated as pigs. 2. Going to live at Baltimore laid the foundation, and opened the gateway, to all my subsequent prosperity. I have ever regarded it as the first plain manifestation of that kind providence which has ever since attended me, and marked my life with so many favors. This is an important passage because it shows that he thought Baltimore was going to change his life. And it did.3.My new mistress proved to be all she appeared when I first met her at the door,- a women of the kindest  heart and finest feelings. She had never had a slave under her control previously to myself, and prior to her marriage she had been dependent upon her own industry for living. This is an important passage because it shows who the new mistress was.