They banished Romeo,
From fair Verona he had to go.
For Juliet, he returned and cried,
Found her dead and committed suicide.
(Mrs. Petersheim, I'm sorry for the depressing subject. I really need to work on incorporating more happy themes into my creative writing topics. But I love Shakespeare!)
Thursday, March 8, 2012
Watching the Step Class
So I've got a knee that is partly dead. The end of my femur bone decided to die out on me. The name the doctors use is osteochondritis dissecans. To remedy the situation and decrease pain until I have a surgery, I am wearing a leg brace. I've missed gym class for the last four months.
But gym class still continues normally for the non-impaired high school girls. That's why I'm here, sitting in a YMCA gym, watching a gym class "field trip" that I can't participate in. (Side note: If some trips aren't to a field, why are they still called field trips?)
But loud, rhythmic music buffets my ears as I watch my classmates in their step class.
My classmates step, step, step... stretch, step, step, step... stretch. I still sit here on a hard, paint chipped bench with my back against a cold, white stone wall, wishing I could join in and burn some calories but grateful that I'm not sweating.
Sometimes Bekah looks over at me and laughs, and other times she's looking at the instructor in exhaustion. My other classmates have gone from high stepping to droopy, though some are standing strong. They're all sweaty messes, though, and by the end of the lesson they all look as if they've been through a war. Step, step, step, march, march, march... stretch, stretch, stretch.
But gym class still continues normally for the non-impaired high school girls. That's why I'm here, sitting in a YMCA gym, watching a gym class "field trip" that I can't participate in. (Side note: If some trips aren't to a field, why are they still called field trips?)
But loud, rhythmic music buffets my ears as I watch my classmates in their step class.
My classmates step, step, step... stretch, step, step, step... stretch. I still sit here on a hard, paint chipped bench with my back against a cold, white stone wall, wishing I could join in and burn some calories but grateful that I'm not sweating.
Sometimes Bekah looks over at me and laughs, and other times she's looking at the instructor in exhaustion. My other classmates have gone from high stepping to droopy, though some are standing strong. They're all sweaty messes, though, and by the end of the lesson they all look as if they've been through a war. Step, step, step, march, march, march... stretch, stretch, stretch.
Thursday, March 1, 2012
Favorite Book Villains
Villain 1: Lord Voldemort
With red eyes, slit nostrils, and a forked tongue, Lord Voldemort is probably one of the most menacing villains. Add killing many people, a vendetta against Harry Potter, starting the First Great War and the Second Great War, Voldemort really isn't nice. In fact, he's even more villainous because Harry Potter offers him a chance to be remorseful and repent, but Voldemort never does. Then he dies.
Villain 2: Heathcliff (no surname)
Tall, dark, handsome... deplorable, scheming, gloomy, probably mad. That sums up Heathcliff. Driven mad by his love for Catherine, and angered when Catherine marries Edgar Linton, Heathcliff spends the rest of his years tormenting Catherine's daughter, Cathy, after Catherine dies giving birth. Then he dies upon the moors.
Villain 3: Smaug
Smaug is a dragon whom Bilbo and his dwarf friends must defeat to save Dale, a mining town beneath the lonely mountain in Middle Earth. Smaug is one of my top villains because he is just plain greedy. Greedy and selfish beyond belief! Not one drop of ungreedy blood in his sparkling, gem encrusted scales. Just fire and smoke and greed and a tendency to burn men, dwarves, and hobbits alive.
What's your favorite villain?!
With red eyes, slit nostrils, and a forked tongue, Lord Voldemort is probably one of the most menacing villains. Add killing many people, a vendetta against Harry Potter, starting the First Great War and the Second Great War, Voldemort really isn't nice. In fact, he's even more villainous because Harry Potter offers him a chance to be remorseful and repent, but Voldemort never does. Then he dies.
Villain 2: Heathcliff (no surname)
Tall, dark, handsome... deplorable, scheming, gloomy, probably mad. That sums up Heathcliff. Driven mad by his love for Catherine, and angered when Catherine marries Edgar Linton, Heathcliff spends the rest of his years tormenting Catherine's daughter, Cathy, after Catherine dies giving birth. Then he dies upon the moors.
Villain 3: Smaug
Smaug is a dragon whom Bilbo and his dwarf friends must defeat to save Dale, a mining town beneath the lonely mountain in Middle Earth. Smaug is one of my top villains because he is just plain greedy. Greedy and selfish beyond belief! Not one drop of ungreedy blood in his sparkling, gem encrusted scales. Just fire and smoke and greed and a tendency to burn men, dwarves, and hobbits alive.
What's your favorite villain?!
My Bucket List (so far)
These are not in any particular order.
1. Live abroad for at least a year.
2. Publish a book.
3. Live in Greenwich for 1 year, while writing the book that will be published. (see # 2)
4. Take a pilgramige across the world to the graves of my favorite authors.
5. Trace back my family's history and ancestors as far as I can.
6. Publish a second book.
7. Be a missionary to fight human trafficking.
8. Learn French and Greek.
9. Publish a third book. (Which will be the last book in my three-book series I am working on- see #s 2 and 6.)
10.Always love God and my family.
1. Live abroad for at least a year.
2. Publish a book.
3. Live in Greenwich for 1 year, while writing the book that will be published. (see # 2)
4. Take a pilgramige across the world to the graves of my favorite authors.
5. Trace back my family's history and ancestors as far as I can.
6. Publish a second book.
7. Be a missionary to fight human trafficking.
8. Learn French and Greek.
9. Publish a third book. (Which will be the last book in my three-book series I am working on- see #s 2 and 6.)
10.Always love God and my family.
The Woman in Black
"During afternoon tea, there's a shift in the air.
A bone trembling shill that tells you she's there.
There are some that believe the whole town is cursed,
But the house in the marsh is by far the worst.
What she wants is unknown, but she always comes back.
The specter of darkness, the woman in black."
-The Woman in Black (anonymous)
So this poem corresponds with a Victorian-era, classic ghost story (written by Susan Hill) that was turned into a movie. I saw this ghost movie on February 3rd, with Rebekah, Emily, and my momma. It was a fantastic, NO gore or blood, jump-in-your-seat-and-scream-then-laugh ghost movie.
Quick plot summary: Arthur Kipps, young lawyer, goes to collect a will from an old manor called "Eel Marsh House". This manor sits at the end of a long road that stretches into the marshes, but each afternoon, the tide washes up, secluding the house from all. Arthur reaches house, tide comes in, and the games begin. It turns out that the ghost of a vengeful young woman, Jeanette Humphrey, haunts the house and town. Frights galore!
So on the way home from the movie, terrified out of my first-scary-movie-experience mind, my mom decides to leave the highway to drive home on a "back road that will get us home faster". Turns out that, for the next twenty minutes, our car winds and turns down a twisting, dark, scary, tree-lined, gloomy, forlorn back road.
Every time the headlights flashed across a grove of trees I was certain I saw the ghost of the woman in black. So did Bekah and Em.
The car ride didn't improve as we kept driving. Instead, we reached the end of a long turn to see a scary sight. An old white house, windows black, abandoned, with a sign beside it: DEAD END.
Jeepers creepers. My mom turned that car around so fast I held onto Bekah's arm. A little speeding later and we were back on the highway, comforted by the bright lights.
I still don't know if my mom planned that to play with our already hyped up, scared mind, but it worked. However, my sister was the one who didn't sleep that night. According to Bekah, Bekah "slept like a baby". I did get to sleep, but only after building a pillow fort around me.
DEAD END. Um, I mean... THE END.
A bone trembling shill that tells you she's there.
There are some that believe the whole town is cursed,
But the house in the marsh is by far the worst.
What she wants is unknown, but she always comes back.
The specter of darkness, the woman in black."
-The Woman in Black (anonymous)
So this poem corresponds with a Victorian-era, classic ghost story (written by Susan Hill) that was turned into a movie. I saw this ghost movie on February 3rd, with Rebekah, Emily, and my momma. It was a fantastic, NO gore or blood, jump-in-your-seat-and-scream-then-laugh ghost movie.
Quick plot summary: Arthur Kipps, young lawyer, goes to collect a will from an old manor called "Eel Marsh House". This manor sits at the end of a long road that stretches into the marshes, but each afternoon, the tide washes up, secluding the house from all. Arthur reaches house, tide comes in, and the games begin. It turns out that the ghost of a vengeful young woman, Jeanette Humphrey, haunts the house and town. Frights galore!
So on the way home from the movie, terrified out of my first-scary-movie-experience mind, my mom decides to leave the highway to drive home on a "back road that will get us home faster". Turns out that, for the next twenty minutes, our car winds and turns down a twisting, dark, scary, tree-lined, gloomy, forlorn back road.
Every time the headlights flashed across a grove of trees I was certain I saw the ghost of the woman in black. So did Bekah and Em.
The car ride didn't improve as we kept driving. Instead, we reached the end of a long turn to see a scary sight. An old white house, windows black, abandoned, with a sign beside it: DEAD END.
Jeepers creepers. My mom turned that car around so fast I held onto Bekah's arm. A little speeding later and we were back on the highway, comforted by the bright lights.
I still don't know if my mom planned that to play with our already hyped up, scared mind, but it worked. However, my sister was the one who didn't sleep that night. According to Bekah, Bekah "slept like a baby". I did get to sleep, but only after building a pillow fort around me.
DEAD END. Um, I mean... THE END.
Thursday, February 23, 2012
I Need Sleep
I can be very stubborn. As my momma always says, "Nothing on this whole wide earth could move you, Abby, when you get your mind made up." But I guess in my recent past I decided not to get to sleep at a proper hour. Maybe not so recent. I admit it, momma! I haven't listened to you since I was twelve years old! I've stayed up and disregarded your "get to bed" rules! I'm sorry!
I need sleep. Sleep. That precious thing that I just can't seem to do. Maybe I am stubborn and stay up reading and writing and watching TV. Maybe I once thought that five hours of sleep each night was enough. But I'm starting to suffer from the effects of lacking sleep.
And I need to develop good habits for the rest of my life. If I'm only getting five to seven hours of sleep now, what will I be getting in college?! I don't even want to think about it. I've got shadowy bags under my eyes, I about drop off each day listening to chemistry lectures, and instead of thinking I need sleep, I just grab coffee! What's wrong with me?!
So this is my official proclamation to get more sleep. No more stubbornness. No more, "Mommy, I'll sleep tonight. I promise," and then staying up until 12:30. It's time to take my health more seriously.
So it's 10:26 right now. Off to bed. And tomorrow, I'll pair down to 10:00. Wish me luck!
I need sleep. Sleep. That precious thing that I just can't seem to do. Maybe I am stubborn and stay up reading and writing and watching TV. Maybe I once thought that five hours of sleep each night was enough. But I'm starting to suffer from the effects of lacking sleep.
And I need to develop good habits for the rest of my life. If I'm only getting five to seven hours of sleep now, what will I be getting in college?! I don't even want to think about it. I've got shadowy bags under my eyes, I about drop off each day listening to chemistry lectures, and instead of thinking I need sleep, I just grab coffee! What's wrong with me?!
So this is my official proclamation to get more sleep. No more stubbornness. No more, "Mommy, I'll sleep tonight. I promise," and then staying up until 12:30. It's time to take my health more seriously.
So it's 10:26 right now. Off to bed. And tomorrow, I'll pair down to 10:00. Wish me luck!
Limericks, Limericks, Limericks!
There once was a turtle from Paraguay.
He wanted to know how to fly one day.
So he ran for the ledge,
And jumped off the edge,
That turtle who was from Paraguay.
There once was a lady who wore many pearls,
Her hair was in curls, and she loved dancing twirls.
But as she danced her foot slipped
And, shrieking, she tripped,
That lady who wore many pearls.
I just love writing limericks!
He wanted to know how to fly one day.
So he ran for the ledge,
And jumped off the edge,
That turtle who was from Paraguay.
There once was a lady who wore many pearls,
Her hair was in curls, and she loved dancing twirls.
But as she danced her foot slipped
And, shrieking, she tripped,
That lady who wore many pearls.
I just love writing limericks!
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