It's been a long time since I last updated my blog. Surprisingly, there hasn't been much going on as far as my parents are concerned. There are a few, trivial things that have gone on, but they really aren't worth mentioning. Just the typical bickering.
I find it incredibly ironic how my parents yell at me and my brother because we fight and bicker so much, yet my parents are ten times worse; and they're supposed to be the adults. My parents can't hold a civil conversation with each other. Both of them talk about the other one accusingly. It's all very childish.
I honestly think that parents are the biggest hypocrites around. Take the phrase "Do as I say, not as I do". That phrase is completely hypocritical. You do something, but then tell your kids they can't do it. But most kids look up to their parents, want to be like their parents, and will essentially want to copy everything they do. So the phrase "Do as I say, not as I do" should be erased from every parent's mind, in my opinion.
Yet I know that when I become a parent, I will use that phrase at some time. Do you see what I mean about parents being hypocritical?
Okay enough of that for now. There are a lot of things to talk about. This post is bound to be really long, I might have to break it up.
I hope everyone had an enjoyable holiday season. Mine was great, although it never really did feel like the holidays to me. It came and went so quickly, the warm, joyful atmosphere of the season was absent.
Happy New Year to everyone as well. 2009 snuck up on us, not that I'm complaining. New Year's Eve didn't feel like New Year's Eve to me either. To me it just seemed like "Oh, look it's 2009 now." It was nothing like the loud clatter of celebration that normally occurs. Which is surprising because it seemed like so many people were ready for 2008 to be over.
My winter break was longer than it has been in the past. I think it's the longest break I've had since I started school. We had a total of 17 days scheduled for break. We ended up having 18 days of break. The day we were supposed to go back, school got called off for icy road conditions.
So school started and I already have a lot of homework. As of this week, I have an F in my AP European History class. I had planned to take all of my notes for the unit last Sunday, but I got sick so I slept most of the day instead. That week we had a really big quiz almost no one in my class passed.
The class average was 27% yikes! Haha, I got 10%. I was lucky I scored that high, though. But I'm not worried about it. There are only two grades in the grade book. It will be incredibly easy to bring my grade back up.
I got my report card in the mail this week, and I was not very happy. This was my report card:
Honors Chemistry: A 93%
AP European History: A 90%
Journalism I: A 94%
Honors Geometry: B 89%
Honors English: A 90%
Oral Communications: A 97%
Spanish 3: A 90%
I was 1% away from having straight A's. Being a perfectionist, that kills me. We had to do this stupid project in Geom. where we had to build a bridge out of toothpicks and it had to hold at least 20lbs to receive full credit.
Well, me and the two friends I worked with suck at building anything with our hands. We could have had the perfect design for our bridge and when we went to build it, it would have looked nothing like our design and it still would have failed. So I really don't see the relevancy of that project.
We got a B on the project and it was for a test grade. It caused me and my friend Geri to end up with B's for the semester. It was extremely aggravating.
In journalism, we have 7 students in the class. It is amazing. First semester we had like 20 students, now we have 7. It's wonderful.
Speaking of journalism, there are two column spots on the school newspaper and two columns from my class will be picked to go into the paper. I'm really excited about it.
I'll make another post for my column. This one is getting really long.
There are a lot of things happening right now. I've decided to give up softball. I'm not playing this summer for my rec. team and I'm not playing for school.
Softball just isn't fun for me anymore. I don't feel like I really fit in on either team. My rec. team is extremely cliqueish and it's uncomfortable. The girls on my school team just aren't the girls I hang out with.
Another reason for my decision is a bit more complicated. Every year, I try hard and I practice. But I only seem to digress in my skill. Well, that's not completely true. I've become a little better, but only fractionally.
The first year I played, I'm not going to lie when I say that I was amazing. My first year was in fifth grade and I was my team's star short stop. I turned many double plays and just made a lot of good plays.
The next year, I had to move up to an older team. The team I ended up playing on was a team my old team had played against. The whole team moved up because they were all old enough to move up.
The team mom told my coach "That's the short stop from the Rascals!" and he was really excited about that. He told me that when he found out he was like "Yes!"
Well.....I was sick that year. That was the year when I had Hydrocephalus. I sucked at softball. I remember one day when we were doing drills we had to field the ball and then throw it in.
Well I very clumsily fielded the ball, barely managing to scoop it up, and then I went to throw the ball, but I ended up turning 180 degrees to face the oppostite direction. I was looking for the person I had to throw it to. Yeah, it was really bad.
I haven't been able to work my way back up the ladder. I thought I would be able to, but I couldn't. The next two seasons, I wasn't that good either, because I didn't realize that my illness had damaged my eyes. So it was hard for me to follow the ball.
I've only played a few true seasons of softball, and they just haven't been what I thought they would be. So, I'm putting my bat and glove up.
And next year in the fall, I'm going to try out for the school play. I can't wait. Acting is one of the things I love to do. And I'm good at it. The past two years, I played softball instead of auditioning for the play. I miss acting. So this year, I'm auditioning.
If I don't make it, then I can keep myself busy with the Renaissance Club.
I'm excited about 2009. I can't wait to see what this year will bring.
Peace out,
Jay~Jay
Saturday, January 17, 2009
Saturday, November 8, 2008
"We Will Never Forget...."
The Holocaust. One of the world's most tragic events. Over 6,000,000 innocent people slaughtered among those 6 million, 1/2 million of them were children. The Holocaust happened all throughout Europe and the rest of the world stood by and let it happen. The Holocaust, although a terrible event, is important for us to learn about. We don't want another Holocaust, ever.
Holocaust means "death by fire". All over the world there are holocausts, but there is only one Holocaust.
Between 1941 and 1945 millions upon millions of Jewish people, African Americans, homosexuals, mentally disabled people, and other "different" people were slaughtered by Nazis.. Although Jewish people were the main victims of the Holocaust, they were not the only ones.
To begin to tell you everything that happened during the Holocaust would be impossible. So much happened in less than a decade and it all started when Adolf Hitler became Chancellor of Germany.
Hitler's main goal was to create a pure society. He wanted a world made up of only Aryan people. Essentially blonde hair, blue eyes. The irony in that is, Hitler had dark hair, dark eyes, and a dark mustache.
Hitler hated all Jewish people and anyone who was different. Another ironic thing is that Hitler was part Jewish. He had Jewish blood.
The Holocaust was Hitler's attempt to wipe out an entire group of people off the planet. To annihilate all Jewish people.
For years the rest of the world stood aside and watched as every day thousands of people were tortured and killed. Worked to death, starved to death, murdered because an SS solider was in a bad mood, and every other horrific thing you can imagine. No one came to their aid.
Finally in 1945, action was taken. Those still living in concentration camps were liberated. The Holocaust was brought to an end all over the world.
I was lucky enough to hear a Holocaust survivor speak. Yesterday I went to a local Holocaust Museum with school. It was a truly unique experience. Everything in the museum was, of course, real. Some of the pictures were very gruesome and just unbelievable. You wouldn't believe me if I told you.
The person I heard speak had a great story. Her name was Maria. She told of how she lost her dad and other members of her family. She told us about how she was transported from camp to camp. How she had practically no food. Being afraid of taking a shower. Because you did not know if water or gas would come out of the shower heads.
To hear a first hand account of what happened was a very special experience. As I was listening to her speak I could picture in my head what was happening, although I know that the picture in my head is nowhere near as bad and horrific as the real thing. And at the same time I was picturing it in my head I thought about how the memories had to be playing in her head at that same moment. How hard it must be for her to talk about what had happened. I had so much respect for her in that moment alone.
Maria was liberated on April 15, 1945. She was 19 and weighed 57 pounds.
After she was finished speaking we were able to ask her questions. I asked her if her experience diminished or changed her faith. She answered me, with her chin held high: "No. Absolutely not. I am proud to be a Jew." That is truly incredible and highly admirable.
Every day Holocaust survivors are dying. One day, there will be none left. If you ever have the opportunity to hear a Holocaust survivor speak, do not pass it up. You won't regret it, I promise.
The greatest thing we can learn from a Holocaust survivor is the importance of acceptance. We have to learn to accept everyone as individuals. We must learn to be tolerant of other ethnicities and cultures. We must never let another Holocaust happen.
Gleichheit für alle
(Equality for all)
Peace out,
Jay~Jay
Holocaust means "death by fire". All over the world there are holocausts, but there is only one Holocaust.
Between 1941 and 1945 millions upon millions of Jewish people, African Americans, homosexuals, mentally disabled people, and other "different" people were slaughtered by Nazis.. Although Jewish people were the main victims of the Holocaust, they were not the only ones.
To begin to tell you everything that happened during the Holocaust would be impossible. So much happened in less than a decade and it all started when Adolf Hitler became Chancellor of Germany.
Hitler's main goal was to create a pure society. He wanted a world made up of only Aryan people. Essentially blonde hair, blue eyes. The irony in that is, Hitler had dark hair, dark eyes, and a dark mustache.
Hitler hated all Jewish people and anyone who was different. Another ironic thing is that Hitler was part Jewish. He had Jewish blood.
The Holocaust was Hitler's attempt to wipe out an entire group of people off the planet. To annihilate all Jewish people.
For years the rest of the world stood aside and watched as every day thousands of people were tortured and killed. Worked to death, starved to death, murdered because an SS solider was in a bad mood, and every other horrific thing you can imagine. No one came to their aid.
Finally in 1945, action was taken. Those still living in concentration camps were liberated. The Holocaust was brought to an end all over the world.
I was lucky enough to hear a Holocaust survivor speak. Yesterday I went to a local Holocaust Museum with school. It was a truly unique experience. Everything in the museum was, of course, real. Some of the pictures were very gruesome and just unbelievable. You wouldn't believe me if I told you.
The person I heard speak had a great story. Her name was Maria. She told of how she lost her dad and other members of her family. She told us about how she was transported from camp to camp. How she had practically no food. Being afraid of taking a shower. Because you did not know if water or gas would come out of the shower heads.
To hear a first hand account of what happened was a very special experience. As I was listening to her speak I could picture in my head what was happening, although I know that the picture in my head is nowhere near as bad and horrific as the real thing. And at the same time I was picturing it in my head I thought about how the memories had to be playing in her head at that same moment. How hard it must be for her to talk about what had happened. I had so much respect for her in that moment alone.
Maria was liberated on April 15, 1945. She was 19 and weighed 57 pounds.
After she was finished speaking we were able to ask her questions. I asked her if her experience diminished or changed her faith. She answered me, with her chin held high: "No. Absolutely not. I am proud to be a Jew." That is truly incredible and highly admirable.
Every day Holocaust survivors are dying. One day, there will be none left. If you ever have the opportunity to hear a Holocaust survivor speak, do not pass it up. You won't regret it, I promise.
The greatest thing we can learn from a Holocaust survivor is the importance of acceptance. We have to learn to accept everyone as individuals. We must learn to be tolerant of other ethnicities and cultures. We must never let another Holocaust happen.
Gleichheit für alle
(Equality for all)
Peace out,
Jay~Jay
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
Change
Cheers of success echo throughout the country. Celebration is everywhere. For today, history has been made. Today, America has elected its first African American president, Barrack Obama.
Sometimes it makes my head spin to think about the word change. In the few short years that I have been alive, the world has changed greatly. Technology has progressed rapidly. In my time, from the walkman to the super sleek iPod. From the monsterous desktop computers to a compact slimline. From just a regular cell phone to a mini-computer with phone capabilites. Things have changed.
My homes have changed, my friends have changed. I have changed. Change is a part of life. Change is good.
Hopefully, if you are at least 18, you voted in the election. it is important to exercise the right to vote. It gives you a voice. No vote is insignificant. If you don't vote, then you must be okay with the way things are and you don't want change.
The way the economy is now, change is good. We need change.
Let's hope that the change coming our way is for the better.
Peace out,
Jay~Jay
Sometimes it makes my head spin to think about the word change. In the few short years that I have been alive, the world has changed greatly. Technology has progressed rapidly. In my time, from the walkman to the super sleek iPod. From the monsterous desktop computers to a compact slimline. From just a regular cell phone to a mini-computer with phone capabilites. Things have changed.
My homes have changed, my friends have changed. I have changed. Change is a part of life. Change is good.
Hopefully, if you are at least 18, you voted in the election. it is important to exercise the right to vote. It gives you a voice. No vote is insignificant. If you don't vote, then you must be okay with the way things are and you don't want change.
The way the economy is now, change is good. We need change.
Let's hope that the change coming our way is for the better.
Peace out,
Jay~Jay
Friday, October 31, 2008
Halloween Horror
Ah, Halloween. Candy, Costumes, and...Conflict.
My parents are at it again, folks. Putting me in the middle of things and/or controlling my every action because of jealousy and the complicated divorce system.
This Halloween I was originally going to my friend's house to watch scary movies. Those plans fell through however because my friend has a Cross Country meet tomorrow: sectionals. :D GO GER-BEAR! Anyway, not many of my friends can stand to watch scary movies.
So....I had a decision to make. It was my mom's year to have me and my brother for Halloween, but it's my dad's weekend. So my dad asks what my plans were, but he said it in a way to make me feel like I had to choose his house. I ended up saying that i wanted to go to his house, but not because of that.
I wanted to go to my Dad's because they were going to have a bonfire and have friends over and my stepmom was makng potato soup. I love potato soup and have been craving it for the past week or so.
All was fine and dandy, my dad and stepmom didn't have a problem with me coming over. My mom on the other hand was very disagreeable. I called her to tell her that I was going to go to my dad's for Halloween and she told me flat out no. She wouldn't budge. She did compromise and say that she would take me later.....
I was crabby after Spanish today when I had to work with two kids who refused to work. And the Halloween situation made me even crabbier. On top of that my mom and I began to talk about money. She is supposed to pay for all the school stuff including field trips and I am going to be losing about 17 dollars of my own money because my mom will only pay half and my dad refuses to pay the other half.
Anyway, I decked myself out for Halloween. I was a gothic angel. My costume was something I threw together. I didn't have to buy anything and I looked pretty good if I do say so myself. I ended up going over to my next door neighbors house to "scare" him and we walked around for several hours just going up to people and scaring people.
According to him I have an amazing "possessed death glare" :D So we hung out for a long time. After walking around we watched "Amityville Horror" It was a good movie. It had a few freaky parts and the movie was supposed to be extremely freaky but it wasn't too scary. It was very predictable. I totally called it.
Speaking of calling things and predictions, I must tell the highlight of my night. I had just finished telling my friend the story about a couple of occurences that made my best friend believe I had psychic abilities. So as a joke he asked me "What will my next guinea pig's name be?"
I answer, "Shadow. It will be all black."
We walk up to the corner of the street and my friend yells "Oh my God!" (there was obscene language but I have omitted that) "Oh my God! Jessica look at this!" He points to a sign on a post and keeps repeating "Oh my God."
I look at the sign and it says: "Lost dog. Black Lab. Shadow."
It was kind of freaky. It gave us both chills. It was awesome :D
So in the end everything worked out :D
I hope your Halloween was as kick butt as mine was :D
Peace out,
Jay~Jay
My parents are at it again, folks. Putting me in the middle of things and/or controlling my every action because of jealousy and the complicated divorce system.
This Halloween I was originally going to my friend's house to watch scary movies. Those plans fell through however because my friend has a Cross Country meet tomorrow: sectionals. :D GO GER-BEAR! Anyway, not many of my friends can stand to watch scary movies.
So....I had a decision to make. It was my mom's year to have me and my brother for Halloween, but it's my dad's weekend. So my dad asks what my plans were, but he said it in a way to make me feel like I had to choose his house. I ended up saying that i wanted to go to his house, but not because of that.
I wanted to go to my Dad's because they were going to have a bonfire and have friends over and my stepmom was makng potato soup. I love potato soup and have been craving it for the past week or so.
All was fine and dandy, my dad and stepmom didn't have a problem with me coming over. My mom on the other hand was very disagreeable. I called her to tell her that I was going to go to my dad's for Halloween and she told me flat out no. She wouldn't budge. She did compromise and say that she would take me later.....
I was crabby after Spanish today when I had to work with two kids who refused to work. And the Halloween situation made me even crabbier. On top of that my mom and I began to talk about money. She is supposed to pay for all the school stuff including field trips and I am going to be losing about 17 dollars of my own money because my mom will only pay half and my dad refuses to pay the other half.
Anyway, I decked myself out for Halloween. I was a gothic angel. My costume was something I threw together. I didn't have to buy anything and I looked pretty good if I do say so myself. I ended up going over to my next door neighbors house to "scare" him and we walked around for several hours just going up to people and scaring people.
According to him I have an amazing "possessed death glare" :D So we hung out for a long time. After walking around we watched "Amityville Horror" It was a good movie. It had a few freaky parts and the movie was supposed to be extremely freaky but it wasn't too scary. It was very predictable. I totally called it.
Speaking of calling things and predictions, I must tell the highlight of my night. I had just finished telling my friend the story about a couple of occurences that made my best friend believe I had psychic abilities. So as a joke he asked me "What will my next guinea pig's name be?"
I answer, "Shadow. It will be all black."
We walk up to the corner of the street and my friend yells "Oh my God!" (there was obscene language but I have omitted that) "Oh my God! Jessica look at this!" He points to a sign on a post and keeps repeating "Oh my God."
I look at the sign and it says: "Lost dog. Black Lab. Shadow."
It was kind of freaky. It gave us both chills. It was awesome :D
So in the end everything worked out :D
I hope your Halloween was as kick butt as mine was :D
Peace out,
Jay~Jay
Saturday, October 25, 2008
Experimenting....Beware
Lately I've had the urge to experiment with different things. I'm not a very technological person so I thought that toying with the gadgets on my blog might be a good way for me to learn something. So if you see new things on my blog don't freak out. The world is not going to end.
That will happen in 2012 whn my newly lisenced brother drives off the road and into a nuclear power plant :D
So you might have noticed that I added a playlist to my blog. I had seen playlists from playlist.com in several places before so I wanted to see if I could do it. Surprisingly, I was able to. Now I hae a new toy to play with.
I have a somewhat diverse playlist. I have many songs that are not suitable for young children's ears. For example Down with the Sickness by Disturbed. I have the long version with the long rant near the end that is nothing by foul words. It's awesome. I love it.
I have silly songs that make me smile. For example Bad Horse from Dr. Horrible's sing along blog and the Numa Numa song.
I have classical songs. Pure instrumentation. I have Claire De Lune on there because it's a nice song. I also have two songs from the Transiberian Orchestra. I'm actually going to see them in concert. It's going to be pretty cool. I'm excited.
I even have foreign songs on there! I have three songs in German. Rette Mich by Tokio Hotel and Reden by Tokio Hotel. And Du Hast by Rammstein. The song Rette Mich has an english translation "Rescue Me" you can look it up on youtube. Personally I like the German version better. I think it's prettier. I know Reden doesn't have an english translation, but it means "Talk". And "Du Hast" I don't think has an english translation but it means "You Hate." I don't suggest you look that video up. It's creepy.
I hope you enjoy the music!
Peace out,
Jay~Jay
That will happen in 2012 whn my newly lisenced brother drives off the road and into a nuclear power plant :D
So you might have noticed that I added a playlist to my blog. I had seen playlists from playlist.com in several places before so I wanted to see if I could do it. Surprisingly, I was able to. Now I hae a new toy to play with.
I have a somewhat diverse playlist. I have many songs that are not suitable for young children's ears. For example Down with the Sickness by Disturbed. I have the long version with the long rant near the end that is nothing by foul words. It's awesome. I love it.
I have silly songs that make me smile. For example Bad Horse from Dr. Horrible's sing along blog and the Numa Numa song.
I have classical songs. Pure instrumentation. I have Claire De Lune on there because it's a nice song. I also have two songs from the Transiberian Orchestra. I'm actually going to see them in concert. It's going to be pretty cool. I'm excited.
I even have foreign songs on there! I have three songs in German. Rette Mich by Tokio Hotel and Reden by Tokio Hotel. And Du Hast by Rammstein. The song Rette Mich has an english translation "Rescue Me" you can look it up on youtube. Personally I like the German version better. I think it's prettier. I know Reden doesn't have an english translation, but it means "Talk". And "Du Hast" I don't think has an english translation but it means "You Hate." I don't suggest you look that video up. It's creepy.
I hope you enjoy the music!
Peace out,
Jay~Jay
Thursday, October 16, 2008
Forgiveness
Life is so short in comparison to the expansion of time that is the world. The Earth has been around for about four and a half billion years. A human life, at most, is a little over a hundred years. A human life is like a second compared to a millennium. It's short.
To me, it is a waste to spend any of that time being angry or mad. You never know how much time you will have, so to be mad at someone is just a waste of time. Every second of everyday is precious. Every second that passes is one less you have to live.
As humans, we have emotions and anger is just a part of life. There will be a time when we will get angry at someone we care about and love, whether that person would be a friend or family member. Such is life. It happens.
However, when you're mad at someone don't wait to talk to them about it. Never leave the house angry; because what if something happens? What if you never see that person again? The last conversation you had with that person was one of anger. So when you are mad, talk it out. Find it in your heart to be forgiving.
Forgiveness is important. People make mistakes. No one is perfect. Our mistakes shape us, if we learn from them. Forgiveness allows you to move on with your relationship. If you stay mad, your relationship with a person freezes or takes a negative turn. And that's not what you want.
I will admit that I have been mad at a friend for a while now. I'm working on forgiving that person. It's a little difficult, not because I don't want to forgive this person, it's just I can't actually sit down and talk with this person. But I am working on it. In fact, I've pretty much completely forgiven this person. I realize now that I let myself stay mad too long. This experience made me realize how big a waste of time being angry is.
So don't stay mad at the people you love. Be forgiving. Because you never know how much time you really have with them, why waste it arguing?
Peace out,
Jay~Jay
To me, it is a waste to spend any of that time being angry or mad. You never know how much time you will have, so to be mad at someone is just a waste of time. Every second of everyday is precious. Every second that passes is one less you have to live.
As humans, we have emotions and anger is just a part of life. There will be a time when we will get angry at someone we care about and love, whether that person would be a friend or family member. Such is life. It happens.
However, when you're mad at someone don't wait to talk to them about it. Never leave the house angry; because what if something happens? What if you never see that person again? The last conversation you had with that person was one of anger. So when you are mad, talk it out. Find it in your heart to be forgiving.
Forgiveness is important. People make mistakes. No one is perfect. Our mistakes shape us, if we learn from them. Forgiveness allows you to move on with your relationship. If you stay mad, your relationship with a person freezes or takes a negative turn. And that's not what you want.
I will admit that I have been mad at a friend for a while now. I'm working on forgiving that person. It's a little difficult, not because I don't want to forgive this person, it's just I can't actually sit down and talk with this person. But I am working on it. In fact, I've pretty much completely forgiven this person. I realize now that I let myself stay mad too long. This experience made me realize how big a waste of time being angry is.
So don't stay mad at the people you love. Be forgiving. Because you never know how much time you really have with them, why waste it arguing?
Peace out,
Jay~Jay
Tuesday, October 7, 2008
The Yin and the Yang
The Yin-Yang is a Chinese symbol that represents the balance of good and bad. It represents that there cannot be good without evil and there cannot be evil without good. It's kind of like when someone comes up to you and asks "Do you want the good news first or the bad news?" It seems that there is hardly ever good news without bad news.
So what relevancy does all of this have? Well this past weekend demonstrated this balance in my life.
The Good: When I was in fourth grade, I moved and changed schools. For several years I had kept in contact with my best friend from elementary school, but a couple of years ago we lost contact because she was supposed to move. She was going to give me her information so we could keep talking but I never received anything. So just when I thought I was never going to hear from her again, Thursday I received a letter from her.
I was ecstatic. Not only had she written me, but as it turned out, she hadn't moved. I had immediately decided that I was going to walk to her house over the weekend so we could hang out and catch up.
I was so excited about getting that letter that I wrote her back write away, including in it a story that I had written for my English class last year about her and a necklace she had given me.
Now why didn't I just call her? Because I had a ton f homework and I knew that if I started a phone conversation with her it would last for hours. Which wouldn't be good for a school night when I had mounds and mounds of homework.
So I wrote the letter and decided that I would call her later and them walk to her house that weekend. I was felt extremely happy. I had planned to go to school the next day and tell everyone, including my English teacher (who I had both this year and last year).
The Bad: Friday I woke up and I went to take a breath, but I felt like something was pushing down on my chest and it hurt. I started coughing a deep cough and my dad decided that I should see the doctor. As the morning progressed, I got the chills and spiked a fever. I felt horrible.
I ended up being sick all weekend. This stomped my plans for walking to my friend's house, I didn't get to tell my friends about what had happened while the excitement was still brand new, and Friday was my brother's birthday. It seems I always get sick on my brother's birthday because Friday was definitely not the first time.
I also ended up missing the last softball game of the season because I was sick. That bummed me out a lot.
So I guess the message of that story, depending on whether you are a pessimist of an optimist, is if something bad happens don't get too down about it or let it affect you too much, because something good is going to happen as well. It's natures balance.
In other news, my mom and step dad are back together. They're trying to work things out which is good. I hope it all works out. Although yesterday my step dad got into a big tizzy about not being able to find the stapler (which by the way was originally mine that he dubbed the family stapler) and he and my mom got into a small argument about that. I think the stapler is somewhere in my room, but I can't find it at the moment. If it turns up, it turns up, if not, well....oops.
Peace out,
Jay~Jay
So what relevancy does all of this have? Well this past weekend demonstrated this balance in my life.
The Good: When I was in fourth grade, I moved and changed schools. For several years I had kept in contact with my best friend from elementary school, but a couple of years ago we lost contact because she was supposed to move. She was going to give me her information so we could keep talking but I never received anything. So just when I thought I was never going to hear from her again, Thursday I received a letter from her.
I was ecstatic. Not only had she written me, but as it turned out, she hadn't moved. I had immediately decided that I was going to walk to her house over the weekend so we could hang out and catch up.
I was so excited about getting that letter that I wrote her back write away, including in it a story that I had written for my English class last year about her and a necklace she had given me.
Now why didn't I just call her? Because I had a ton f homework and I knew that if I started a phone conversation with her it would last for hours. Which wouldn't be good for a school night when I had mounds and mounds of homework.
So I wrote the letter and decided that I would call her later and them walk to her house that weekend. I was felt extremely happy. I had planned to go to school the next day and tell everyone, including my English teacher (who I had both this year and last year).
The Bad: Friday I woke up and I went to take a breath, but I felt like something was pushing down on my chest and it hurt. I started coughing a deep cough and my dad decided that I should see the doctor. As the morning progressed, I got the chills and spiked a fever. I felt horrible.
I ended up being sick all weekend. This stomped my plans for walking to my friend's house, I didn't get to tell my friends about what had happened while the excitement was still brand new, and Friday was my brother's birthday. It seems I always get sick on my brother's birthday because Friday was definitely not the first time.
I also ended up missing the last softball game of the season because I was sick. That bummed me out a lot.
So I guess the message of that story, depending on whether you are a pessimist of an optimist, is if something bad happens don't get too down about it or let it affect you too much, because something good is going to happen as well. It's natures balance.
In other news, my mom and step dad are back together. They're trying to work things out which is good. I hope it all works out. Although yesterday my step dad got into a big tizzy about not being able to find the stapler (which by the way was originally mine that he dubbed the family stapler) and he and my mom got into a small argument about that. I think the stapler is somewhere in my room, but I can't find it at the moment. If it turns up, it turns up, if not, well....oops.
Peace out,
Jay~Jay
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