Another thing I'm not patient enough to do...

The spaces between your fingers were created so that another's could fill them in. 

New Word #2

The new word I learned existed today is funnier. It is now a word! Good for it!

Lego Man

WOAH. Whoever made this deserves a round of 

applause! It's amazing! I wish I had the patience to do 

something like this... but I don't :) oh well!

Short Sonnet

This is sonnet I wrote that goes along quite nicely with my Short Story #2 Ahem....

Twirling dresses spiral about

Partners prancing hand in hand

Weaving, gliding in and out

Then so quietly, we all stand

I saunter to the back of the room

Staring silently at people’s feet

The soon to be bride and soon to be groom

In the middle of the floor chance to meet

The masks hide them in a disguise

The sun has started to sink

You can tell by the look in their eyes

What each one of them has begun to think

The boy thinks thoughts of her blushing red

Her eyes glint in the limited light

The girl thinks of being wed

He reaches over and holds her tight

Her eyes travel up to meet his gaze

He takes her out to start a dance

The night went by in a wonderful haze

Everyone could tell it was love at first glance

They danced and spun all the night

Everything was perfect and right

Whale!

WHALE!
It looks like a yellow submarine :)

At Junior high dances everyone awkwardly stands around frantically trying to come up with more to say then just," ummmm how are you?" I think I said that about ten times... :#)

Here is a panda.
I wrote a song about pandas. Ahem.
Wait first you must sing it to the tune "Puff the Magic Dragon"
I'm ready now. Ahem.
Fluff the fat panda lived on a tree
He ate a lotta stuff so he was pudgy!
Fluff the fat panda liked to eat bamboo
He'd sit for hours and chew and chew and chew!

That's all I was able to come up with cause pandas don't do much else.

Here is a Narwhal.
I have a song my friend taught me about Narwhals. Ahem...
Narwhal, Narwhal swimming in the ocean
Causing a commotion
Because they are so awesome!

That's my song. Ta-da I hope you liked it :D

Short Story #2

Love at first sight are the words I've heard my older sisters repeat over and over to me. 'Lydia you'll just know it when you find the right boy! It'll be love at first sight! Oh Lydia when I saw Hank it was love at first sight! Lydia I'm sure you'll find a nice boy at the ball tonight and it'll be love at first sight!' All my life I've been waiting to go to this ball to supposedly meet the man of my dreams. The thing is though, I don't believe in love at first sight.

The lights flickered yellow, pink, green, and orange. Dresses swirl about giving the entire room a fairy like appearance. The silver black and gold mask I'm wearing sits right under my brow and covers half of my face, sweeping down to my chin. My bustle is too tight and I'm having a hard time taking in deep breathes but I smile despite of it. My older sister is quickly surrounded by a mob of adoring young men who begin to argue over who gets to have the first dance with her. It's always like that. Everyone flocks to my sister so they don't notice me slid out of their conglomerate mass.

Keeping my head held high like my mother taught me, I flounce towards the other side of the party to where there are chairs. I quickly situate myself to look like I am very busy fixing my tight pinchy shoes. After around an hour or so of pretending to be busy I give up and just sit in my chair looking at the floor. Polished shoes flit in and out of my vision and soon blur into a mass of jumbled colors. Tears trickle down my face and onto my lap. I quickly wipe them away, mentally kicking myself for letting the loneliness get to me.

A pair of shiny black shoes stop right in front of me. Hoping for the best I lift up my head and instantly know what my sisters mean by love at first sight. His hair is the color of almonds and his eyes, oh his eyes are an intense blue. Being the sensible girl that I am I waited for him to speak first. (okay actually I was in total awe of him and could think of nothing to say that would be worthy of him)

He smoothly asked," Would you like to dance?"

I answered in my high nervous voice," Yeah, sure I'd love to."

He grinned and held his hand out for me to take. I happily slid my hand into his and we spent the rest of the night dancing and laughing. We talked of so many different things that I don't even remember half of them. The night was wonderful and marvelous and exactly how I had dreamed it would be. No, actually it was even better then I had dreamed it to be because it is real. The funny thing is, now I believe in love at first sight.

New Word!

I learned a new word today! It's vertigo. It means when you feel like you're falling but you're not. Like when you're in bed and freak out because in your dream you're falling. Then you find yourself on the ground and you feel really dumb. . . you're not alone!

Ah Valentine's Day. . .  The day where love sick people walk around in pairs with sappy looks on their faces while the rest of us normal people slap our foreheads in disgust at their complete ignorance to the rest of the world :) I am such a hypocrite!

Short Story #1

I scream and lash out at the man that has hold of my arm. I try to find his face so I can give him an awful bloody nose. That'll teach him to mess with me! I cry out as he wrenches my other arm up behind my back. He roughly clamps his hand over my mouth and crushes me in his vice like grip. He squeezes me and I fight to breathe. He pushes the air right out of me and I can't seem to get anymore in. Spots dance in front of my eyes as i try to gasp for air. My vision gets blurry then suddenly, everything goes black.

I wake up lying on some sort of wooden floor with my head smarting really bad. Little half clad feet stand in a semi circle around me. I tilt my head up and stare at their dirty, tear stained faces. Their wide eyes blink at me curiously. I try to stand up but the floor is slick... and it's not water. The stench is unbearable. Nausea over comes me and I crawl over to a corner and empty my stomach. The rocking motion tells me I'm on a boat. 

Feebly I turn to one of the dirty little children standing huddled in the corner and ask," Where are we going?"

He boldly stepped forward and answered,"Why they'd be taking us to the New World miss. I hear we be planting rice and such but you're awful pretty so I reckon they'll sell you off to be a tobacco bride."

"Were you taken too?" I questioned.

"The rest of them were but I've been chosen to go by my family. See my family needed the money and I offered to go seeing as I was the oldest. I'll work hard out in the fields and send the money back to them."

We held eye contact both understanding that we were in the same boat. Literally and theoretically. I laid down and closed my eyes, wishing this was all just a bad dream.